It was another busy morning, and Harry’s mom was at the washing place, scrubbing clothes in a rhythmical motion. The sound of water splashing and the soapy bubbles rising intrigued little Harry, who peeked curiously from the doorway.
“Mom! Mom!” he called in his tiny voice, scampering toward her. He had just discovered the perfect way to entertain himself. The washing place was Harry’s favorite—cool, wet, and full of splashes!
But as Harry reached out to touch the soapy bucket, Mom gently blocked him. “No, Harry,” she said firmly. “You’ll make a mess and get hurt.”
That was all it took. Harry’s face twisted into a pout, and the next second, an ear-piercing cry erupted from his tiny lungs. “Eeeee-eeeeeeek!” His body shook as he stomped his little feet on the ground.
“Harry, stop that!” Mom said, trying to stay calm. But Harry’s tantrum only intensified. He flopped onto the floor dramatically, kicking and rolling like a little whirlwind of frustration.
Tears streamed down his face as he screamed, his cries bordering on a full-blown seizure of anger. He banged his fists on the ground, making sure everyone in the house knew his discontent.
“Harry, I said no!” Mom repeated, her voice firmer now. She picked him up and carried him away from the washing area, placing him on a soft mat near the kitchen.
Harry squirmed and bawled, still furious. But when Mom handed him a small fruit snack, his tantrum slowly started to fade. Sniffles replaced the loud cries as he nibbled at the fruit, his mood gradually improving.
“You’re such a handful, my little monkey,” Mom chuckled, wiping his tears. Harry might be super temperamental, but his mom knew exactly how to calm his storms.
