Bath time was supposed to be quick—
At least in Ronaldo’s opinion.
But today, Mom kept washing… and rinsing… and shampooing… for what felt like forever to the impatient little baby monkey.
By the time the bath was finally over, Ronaldo sat there looking deeply offended.
Tiny wet fur.
Big pouty lips.
Sad little eyes.
He looked absolutely done with the whole experience.
Mom gently wrapped him in a towel, but Ronaldo stayed quiet, sitting still with his arms slightly crossed like he was protesting in silence.
Then—
“Hmmph…”
A grumpy little sound escaped him.
No screaming this time.
No kicking.
Just pure upset feelings.
Mom smiled softly. “What’s wrong, Ronaldo? Bath too long?”
Ronaldo turned his face away dramatically, refusing to look at her for a moment. His tiny expression said everything—
Yes.
Way too long.
He looked tired, annoyed, and emotionally exhausted from all the washing and waiting. Every little movement from Mom earned another pout from him.
Even drying his fur seemed to bother him now.
Poor dramatic baby.
Mom gently rubbed his tiny head with the towel and kissed him softly. “All done now, baby.”
Ronaldo finally peeked back at her, still moody but slowly calming down as the warm towel and cuddles replaced the stressful bath.
Little by little—
The pout softened.
His tiny body relaxed.
And soon he leaned quietly against Mom again, comforted despite his earlier protest.
Because sometimes, for a little baby—
A long bath feels less like cleaning—
And more like the longest, most exhausting event in the world.
