Early in the morning, Mom reached out to fix Yuri’s shirt, but the little monkey immediately jerked away.
“Noooo!!” Yuri shrieked, crossing her arms tightly. Her small face twisted into a deep frown as she stomped her feet on the floor.
Mom sighed. “Yuri, your shirt is messy. Let me fix it.”
But Yuri wasn’t having it. She twisted her body away, pouting like a stubborn child. Her tiny tail flicked in frustration, and she let out a dramatic moan.
“Yuri, stop acting silly,” Mom said firmly, reaching for her again.
“NOOO!!” Yuri yelled even louder, throwing her arms up and running in circles. She refused to let Mom touch her shirt, as if it were a precious treasure.
Mom sat back, watching Yuri’s over-the-top reaction. It was clear she was in one of her moody moments again!
Then, suddenly, Yuri flopped onto the ground, face-down, whining like a spoiled baby. Her tiny body shook with frustration, and she kicked her legs like a tantrum-throwing toddler.
Mom just chuckled. “Okay, fine! I won’t touch your shirt. But don’t come to me later when it bothers you.”
Hearing that, Yuri peeked up, still pouting. After a moment, she slowly crawled toward Mom, sniffling.
“Fix it… but gently!” she demanded in a tiny, grumpy voice.
Mom smiled. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
But Yuri just turned her head away, pretending she wasn’t happy about it—even though she totally was
