Baby ATong was usually calm during feeding time, especially when he shared milk with his buddy TanTan. But today was different—very different. From the moment Dad put the bottle down, ATong’s face twisted with a deep, stubborn anger. His tiny eyebrows lowered, his lips curled, and before anyone knew it, he turned his head sharply away.
TanTan sat next to him, happily drinking his share, but ATong refused to even look at the bottle. He crossed his arms across his tiny chest and let out a frustrated whimper. Dad gently tried again, tilting the bottle toward his mouth, but ATong jerked away dramatically, making his whole body stiff with protest.
TanTan paused his drinking, confused as he watched ATong’s temper growing bigger by the second. ATong didn’t want to share milk today. He didn’t want to sit beside TanTan. He didn’t want anything except to be angry.
Dad tried sweet talking, rubbing ATong’s head, even giving him a little cuddle, but ATong pushed his chin up proudly and let out a loud angry “Mmm!!” that echoed across the room. His little feet stomped, his hands waved, and he made sure everyone knew he was not in a good mood.
Finally, Dad placed him gently on his lap, away from TanTan, hoping maybe some space would calm him down. ATong stopped screaming, but he still kept his face turned away, pretending he didn’t care. Dad placed the bottle in front of him one more time.
Slowly, ATong peeked… then peeked again… his tummy was starting to rumble. He tried to look angry, but his hunger was winning. With a tiny sigh, he finally reached out and grabbed the bottle—but only after making sure everyone saw him “forgive” the situation.
Even with all his dramatic attitude, ATong was still just a baby who wanted attention, comfort, and love.
