The day started peacefully, with the golden sunlight streaming through the windows and the soft chirping of birds outside. Baby monkey Harry, however, was determined to turn the calm morning into a dramatic episode.
It was breakfast time, and his mom had prepared a small plate of fruits for him. She gently lifted him into her arms, intending to settle him down on the small dining table. But Harry had other plans.
As soon as his tiny feet touched the table, his lips began to tremble. His mom barely had time to adjust his position before he let out a sharp, ear-piercing cry that echoed through the house. His little hands waved in protest as he arched his body backward, making it nearly impossible to keep him seated.
“Harry, sweetheart, it’s just the table,” his mom coaxed, trying to soothe him. “You’ll be more comfortable eating here.”
But Harry wasn’t listening. His cries grew louder, and his face scrunched into the most pitiful expression, complete with big teary eyes. He looked at his mom as if to say, How could you do this to me?
His mom sighed, realizing his stubborn streak wasn’t going to give in anytime soon. She tried offering him a piece of banana, but Harry pushed it away with a dramatic shake of his head. He clung tightly to her arm, his cries softening only when she picked him up and held him close.
Once in her arms, Harry calmed down instantly. He nuzzled into her shoulder, his tiny tail wrapping around her wrist as if to say, This is where I belong. His mom chuckled, shaking her head.
“Such a spoiled boy,” she muttered, kissing his forehead. “But I love you anyway.”
Harry’s tantrum may have won this round, but to his mom, his little antics only made him more lovable.
