The kitchen was bustling with activity as Mom prepared lunch. Baby monkey Dam, curious as always, was perched on a small stool beside her, eagerly watching every move. His little hands clapped excitedly as Mom chopped vegetables, his wide eyes full of wonder.
But trouble was brewing. Among the vegetables was a sharp-smelling onion. Mom began slicing it, and as she did, the unmistakable sting of onion fumes filled the air. Baby Dam, always wanting to be in the middle of everything, leaned closer, his tiny nose twitching.
“Dam, stay back!” Mom warned, but it was too late. A sudden burst of onion fumes wafted into the air, and Dam blinked rapidly before letting out a high-pitched squeal. He rubbed his eyes furiously, his little face scrunched in discomfort.
“Oh no, Dam!” Mom exclaimed, quickly setting down the knife. She scooped him up, his tiny arms flailing as he protested the stinging sensation.
Dam’s cries filled the room as Mom gently wiped his eyes with a damp cloth. “You silly little monkey,” she said, trying not to laugh at his dramatic reaction. “This is why you need to listen to Mom!”
Dam sniffled, his big, watery eyes looking pitiful as he clung to her. But within moments, the cool cloth soothed his discomfort. His cries turned into soft whimpers, and soon he was back to his curious self, peeking at the onion on the counter with a mix of caution and defiance.
Mom chuckled, kissing the top of his head. “Lesson learned, little one. Onions are no joke!”
By the afternoon, Dam was back to his playful antics, though he made sure to keep a safe distance whenever Mom chopped vegetables.
