It was a peaceful morning until little Minea decided to test Daddy’s patience. She had just finished her breakfast, her tiny belly full of warm milk, and now it was time to put on a fresh diaper. But today, Minea was not in the mood!
Daddy held up the diaper with a gentle smile. “Come here, Minea, let’s get you dressed.” But the tiny monkey had other plans. With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, she took a quick step back, shaking her head.
“No, no, no!” her little hands waved as if she could speak.
Daddy sighed and tried again, but the moment he reached out, Minea bolted! She jumped onto the bed, then onto the chair, giggling in her own cheeky way. She wasn’t running away because she was scared—oh no—she was playing a game!
“Minea, come back here,” Daddy called, trying to keep a straight face.
But Minea was having too much fun. She climbed onto the table and playfully peeked at Daddy from behind a pillow. Every time he got close, she dashed away. Daddy finally sat down, pretending to give up. That’s when Minea got curious. Slowly, she crept toward him, her tiny hands reaching out.
In a swift motion, Daddy scooped her up. “Gotcha!”
Minea squealed in surprise but soon relaxed as Daddy rubbed her tiny head. As he fastened the diaper, she pouted—her game was over. But as soon as Daddy tickled her belly, she giggled again.
After all, she might be mischievous, but she was still Daddy’s little girl.
