It was another sunny afternoon at home, and baby monkey Harry was at it again. His mom had prepared a delightful plate of fruits and snacks, hoping for a peaceful meal together. But when it came to Harry, mealtime was never simple.
As soon as his mom placed him on the little wooden chair and set the food in front of him, Harry’s stubborn streak made its grand entrance. He crossed his tiny arms and turned his head away, his little pout forming the most dramatic expression imaginable. “Come on, Harry,” his mom coaxed gently, holding out a slice of banana. “It’s your favorite!”
Harry wasn’t having it. He let out a sharp little cry and threw himself backward, his body sliding down the chair in protest. His mom sighed, trying to keep her patience as she picked him up and settled him back into the chair. “You need to eat like a good boy,” she said, her tone firm but loving.
But Harry had other plans. Instead of eating, he reached for his mom’s hand, trying to pull her toward him. It wasn’t about the food—Harry wanted to be cuddled and carried. He refused to touch a single bite unless his mom held him on her lap.
Finally, his mom gave in. She scooped up the stubborn little monkey, sitting him on her knee as she tried once more to feed him. This time, Harry opened his mouth and happily munched away, all while clinging to her arm like a tiny koala.
As challenging as his antics could be, his mom couldn’t help but smile. Harry was spoiled and stubborn, yes, but his adorable nature made it impossible to stay annoyed for long. For Harry, love and attention always came before everything—even food.
