It was early morning, and little Robby was already in one of his moods. Daddy had decided it was time to change his old diaper, but Robby didn’t agree. As soon as Daddy took it away, the tiny monkey burst into tears, rolling on his soft rug with the loudest cries his little lungs could manage.
“Eee! Eee! Eeee!” he wailed, his face scrunching up as tiny tears rolled down his cheeks. Daddy tried to calm him, speaking softly, “It’s okay, baby, we’re just cleaning you up.” But Robby didn’t want to listen — he was hungry, sleepy, and missing the familiar feeling of his old diaper that had always made him feel secure.
He kicked his little legs, curling into a ball, shaking his hands in protest. The rug beneath him was warm, but it wasn’t enough to comfort his tiny, upset heart. For Robby, everything that morning felt wrong.
Seeing his distress, Daddy quickly finished preparing a fresh diaper and reached for his milk bottle. As soon as Robby saw it, his cries slowed to soft hiccups. His big round eyes followed the bottle as if it were the answer to all his problems.
“Here you go, my little prince,” Daddy whispered, holding him close. Robby grabbed the bottle eagerly, sucking on it with tiny desperate gulps. The room grew quiet except for the gentle sound of him drinking.
Within minutes, his body relaxed. His fingers unclenched, and he looked up at Daddy with sleepy, thankful eyes. When the bottle was empty, Robby gave a soft sigh and snuggled against Daddy’s chest, his earlier cries forgotten.
Wrapped in warmth and love, the little troublemaker drifted into sleep — clean, fed, and peaceful once more.
