The soft morning sun filtered through the bamboo window, casting a warm glow in the small room where baby Tauch sat patiently on a little wooden chair. It was bath time, and like every morning, Tauch was ready for his routine. Unlike some baby monkeys who would fuss or throw tantrums, Tauch was remarkably calm and obedient. His small frame rested comfortably on the chair, his eyes watching his mom with a peaceful expression as she prepared everything for his bath and diaper cleaning.
As his mom gathered the bath essentials—fresh water, a clean towel, baby shampoo, and a fresh diaper—Tauch remained still, his small fingers gripping the edges of the chair. He knew this routine well. At only a few months old, Tauch had grown accustomed to the care and love his mom gave him every day. The soft sounds of water splashing into the basin filled the room, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
Tauch’s mom turned to him with a loving smile, gently lifting his tiny body from the chair and setting him on the table for his diaper change. His old diaper had seen a full night’s use, but Tauch didn’t mind. He was calm and cooperative, laying his head down on the table just like he always did, making it easier for his mom to wipe him clean.
Tauch’s small body rested perfectly still, his little legs slightly bent, as his mom worked with gentle precision. She unfastened the old diaper, revealing the small mess that had accumulated overnight. With a warm, damp cloth, she carefully wiped him clean, starting with his waist and moving down to his legs. Tauch’s tiny head remained still, his trust in his mom clear as he lay there, waiting patiently. His little tail twitched occasionally, but there was no resistance—only complete obedience.
His mom took her time, making sure every part of Tauch was spotless. The bond between them was evident in every gentle movement and the way she softly spoke to him as she worked. “You’re such a good boy, Tauch,” she whispered, stroking his soft fur. “Let’s make sure you’re all fresh and clean.”
Once his old diaper was removed and he was thoroughly cleaned, it was time for his bath. Tauch’s mom picked him up from the table and placed him back onto his small chair, which was now beside the basin filled with warm water. The moment he felt the warmth of the water, Tauch sighed in contentment, his tiny face relaxing even further. He didn’t fuss or try to escape; he simply let his mom bathe him with ease.
The water rippled gently as his mom washed his little body, using the softest baby soap to clean his fur. She made sure to be extra careful around his face, rubbing the delicate area with tender fingers. Tauch, meanwhile, kept his head down slightly, allowing her to work without any trouble.
The bath was going perfectly. Tauch even enjoyed the sensation of the warm water running over his small body. His mom gently rinsed the soap off, making sure no suds were left behind. His fur glistened under the morning sun, clean and fresh. He was as obedient as ever, showing no signs of discomfort.
As his mom reached for the towel to dry him off, Tauch remained still, his little hands resting in his lap. She carefully lifted him from the chair and wrapped him in the towel, rubbing him dry with a series of gentle pats. His eyes closed in relaxation as she dried his fur, the warmth of the towel enveloping his tiny body.
But just as everything seemed to be wrapping up smoothly, a little hiccup occurred. As his mom went to apply some baby powder on him, Tauch suddenly decided to give a little shake, sending powder puffing up into the air. It wasn’t a rebellious move—just a tiny, playful wiggle that made his mom chuckle.
“There you go, you little rascal,” she said with a laugh, patting his bottom and finishing up the process. Once his fresh diaper was secured and he was fully dressed, Tauch gave his mom a happy, satisfied look. He knew the bath was over, and he had been a perfect little angel throughout.
The morning bath and diaper routine had gone smoothly, with just a hint of Tauch’s playful spirit at the end. His mom smiled as she carried him into the sunny yard, knowing that with such an obedient little monkey, her mornings were filled with joy and peace.
