Baby Max was the sweetest little monkey — round cheeks, bright eyes, and a habit that made everyone smile: he loved sucking his thumb. Whenever he was sleepy, nervous, or just bored, his tiny thumb would go straight into his mouth. It was his comfort, his favorite thing in the world.
But one day, Daddy Monkey decided enough was enough. He had noticed Max’s thumb was becoming sore, and sucking it too much wasn’t good for his health. So when Max lifted his hand to his mouth again, Dad gently stopped him.
Max froze. His big eyes blinked, confused. Then, realizing what happened, he frowned deeply and let out a long, dramatic cry. “Eee! Eee! Eee!” His little arms waved wildly, his tail flicking back and forth. He threw himself backward onto the soft blanket, glaring up at Dad with pure baby fury.
Dad tried not to laugh. “No, Max,” he said softly, “your thumb needs to rest.” He offered Max a soft toy instead, hoping to distract him. But Max pushed it away, pouting, still determined to protest.
After a few minutes of angry squeaks and exaggerated rolling, Max began to tire out. Dad slowly reached down, lifted him up, and stroked his back gently. “It’s okay, little boy,” he whispered. “Daddy just wants you to be healthy.”
Max sniffled, his anger melting under Dad’s warmth. He rested his head on Dad’s chest, still grumpy but comforted. His thumb stayed out of his mouth — for now.
By the end of the day, Max had forgotten his tantrum, playing happily again. Daddy smiled proudly — his adorable boy had taken one small step toward growing stronger and healthier.
