Minea was furious.
One minute, she was playing freely, running around, doing whatever she wanted. But then—disaster struck.
Mom picked her up and placed her on a chair.
A chair?!
Minea’s little face turned red with rage. Her tiny hands clenched into fists, her body stiffened, and then—
“AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!”
She let out a scream so loud it shook the whole room.
She kicked her feet wildly, throwing her arms up in protest. How dare mom make her sit down?!
Her eyes filled with angry tears as she threw a full tantrum, twisting and turning, trying everything to escape.
Mom sighed, crossing her arms. “Minea, you need to sit still for a moment,” she said firmly.
But Minea didn’t want to sit still! She screamed harder, her face getting even redder, her little chest heaving as she let out one dramatic wail after another.
“WAAAHHH!! MOM, NOOO!!”
Mom tried to calm her, rubbing her tiny back. “Minea, it’s just a chair, sweetie.”
But to Minea, it wasn’t just a chair—it was a trap!
After a few more minutes of furious kicking and screaming, she finally gave up. Huffing, she crossed her arms in a pout, sniffled loudly, and leaned back.
Mom chuckled. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”
Minea glared at her with big, teary eyes. Oh, it was bad. Very bad.
