Baby Ronaldo had been awake only a few minutes, but his tiny body was already full of impatience. Morning bath time was his favorite part of the day—warm water, soft scrubbing, gentle cuddles, and the soothing feeling that only Mom could give. But today, Mom was running a little late. She was still in the kitchen, heating the water and gathering the towels, and Ronaldo could not wait another second.
He sat on the floor, shifting from side to side, tiny tail twitching, toes curling in frustration. His little eyebrows pressed down, and suddenly—he let out the loudest cry he could manage. The sound rang through the house like a tiny alarm.
“Mom! Hurry! I’m waiting!” his trembling voice seemed to scream.
Ronaldo stretched out both arms, his face red with emotion. He wasn’t just making little whimpers—he was full-on tantrum crying. Every second felt like forever to him. His imagination ran wild:
What if the water got cold?
What if Mom forgot him?
What if he had to wait even longer?
The anxious thoughts made the crying louder and more dramatic.
Mom heard him from the bathroom and quickly hurried over with a smile. She called his name gently, but Ronaldo didn’t calm down. He stomped his tiny feet, voice echoing off the walls, shaking his whole little body as he cried out again.
Mom knelt beside him and showed him the warm water in the bucket. His cries paused instantly. His eyes widened with relief—there it was, the moment he had been waiting for.
With a soft chuckle, Mom picked him up and carried him to the bath. Ronaldo clung to her, sniffling, but the worst was over.
Once his feet touched the warm water, his tears stopped completely. His little face softened, eyes half-closed in comfort.
The tantrum disappeared, replaced by a tiny smile.
Mom was there.
The water was perfect.
And all was right in Ronaldo’s world again.
