Little Harry, the spoiled and strong-willed baby monkey, had quite the personality. From the moment he opened his eyes in the morning, he made sure the entire house knew who was in charge. And when it came to mealtime—especially today—his stubborn streak took center stage.
Mom had prepared his favorite mix of mashed bananas, sweet potato, and warm milk. She called him gently, patting the mat where he usually sat. But Harry wasn’t having it. He stood a few feet away, arms crossed (as much as a baby monkey could), lips pouting in dramatic protest.
“Harry, come sit,” Mom coaxed, pointing to the food.
Harry squeaked and stomped his tiny foot, then turned his back with a dramatic tail flick. He didn’t want to sit. He didn’t want food. He wanted to do it his way.
As mom approached with the bowl, Harry darted under the chair, letting out a cheeky cry, then rolled onto his back in protest. His eyes peeked out, watching to see if Mom would give up.
Instead, she sat down and patiently waited, gently tapping the spoon against the bowl. The sweet scent of the warm banana blend eventually made its way to Harry’s nose. His stomach grumbled.
Slowly, cautiously, he crept forward—still not sitting, just inching toward the bowl on all fours. He sniffed the spoon. Mom smiled.
The moment Harry took a bite, his entire expression changed. His eyes widened in delight, and he couldn’t resist the next spoonful.
By the fifth bite, Harry was finally sitting—though with a grumpy face, pretending he still wasn’t enjoying it.
But everyone could see the truth: Spoiled little Harry loved the food, even if he didn’t want to admit it. And deep down, Mom knew he was just being her adorably stubborn boy.
