It was a bright morning, and Toto was already up to his usual antics. The mischievous baby monkey had been running around the yard, picking up tiny leaves and sticks as if he was on some grand treasure hunt. But little did Mom know, Toto was also gearing up for something else—something monumental.
“Good boy, Toto!” Mom praised him earlier when he used his tiny potty chair. Lately, Toto had been learning where to go, and today, he seemed eager to show off just how much he had remembered.
However, things took an unexpected turn. As the morning wore on, Toto started making little trips to the potty chair—again and again. Each time, he would sit proudly, do his business, and then look at Mom with an expression that said, “Did you see that?!”
“Wow, Toto!” Mom laughed, clapping her hands. “You’ve remembered so well! But… this is a lot for one morning!”
Toto didn’t seem to care. He toddled off for a quick play with his favorite toys, only to rush back moments later for another round. By noon, Mom was holding her head in disbelief.
“Toto, where are you storing all of this?” she asked, half-joking as she cleaned up yet another potty visit.
The little monkey grinned, his tail swishing happily. He seemed to enjoy all the attention, completely unbothered by Mom’s exasperation.
Finally, after what felt like the fifteenth trip, Toto yawned and curled up on the floor, looking utterly satisfied with himself. Mom chuckled, shaking her head. “Good boy, Toto,” she said softly.
Toto might not have understood everything, but one thing was clear: today was a productive day for the little monkey.
