Little baby monkey Kimmy is known for her dramatic tantrums—but this time, it went too far. It was early morning, and she hadn’t yet had her bottle. Her tiny hands were gripping the blanket, her face twisted in frustration, and loud cries echoed through the house.
She didn’t want to wait.
Kimmy saw her caregiver preparing the milk just a few feet away. But to her, those few moments felt like hours. She stomped her tiny feet, rolled on the floor, and screamed louder, shaking her head wildly.
Then suddenly—she coughed. Then again. Within seconds, she began to gag. The caregiver rushed over, dropping the bottle in panic. Little Kimmy had made herself vomit from the stress and loud crying.
“Oh no, baby!” her caregiver gasped, quickly lifting her up and gently wiping her mouth with a soft towel. Kimmy’s body trembled from the intense crying. Her face was warm, and her energy dropped.
She was no longer angry—she was exhausted.
The caregiver gently rocked her, whispering softly. “It’s okay now, Kimmy. I’m here. No more waiting.” She slowly brought the bottle to Kimmy’s lips, and the baby monkey finally drank. She closed her eyes with relief, holding the bottle tightly, taking long, deep gulps like she’d been waiting all day.
After feeding, Kimmy curled into a blanket with the caregiver beside her. Her breathing slowed. The tantrum faded, replaced by tiny sleepy hiccups.
It was a lesson for both of them—patience is hard for little ones, but care and comfort can ease even the wildest storm.
From tears to calm, Kimmy ended her morning in peace, holding her caregiver’s finger tightly as she drifted into sleep.
