From the moment he woke up, the tiny monkey was full of attitude. He didn’t want his morning hug, didn’t want his banana, and definitely didn’t want to be told what to do. His mom gently tried to guide him out of his cozy blanket, but TavTav let out a sharp squeal and flopped right back down, arms crossed.
Mom, ever patient, picked him up with a smile and tried to cheer him up with a warm bottle of milk. But TavTav? Nope! He turned his head, kicked his legs, and let out a dramatic whine that echoed across the room.
The drama wasn’t over.
When Mom tried to clean his little paws, TavTav screamed louder—like she’d just committed the greatest crime. He jerked his arms away and made the funniest scrunched-up face, like how dare you, Mom!?
The other baby monkeys peeked over, curious what all the noise was about. TavTav didn’t care. He was in full tantrum mode now. He stomped his tiny feet, slapped the blanket, and even tried to pout in the corner… though his little tail gave him away, twitching wildly in frustration.
Mom finally sat beside him, staying calm through the storm. She waited quietly, letting him fuss. Slowly, TavTav’s tantrum faded into soft sniffles. His tiny hands reached toward her.
Without a word, Mom pulled him into a gentle cuddle. He melted into her chest, hiccupping from all the crying.
No one ever figured out why TavTav got so mad that day. But sometimes, even baby monkeys just need to let it out—no reason, no logic. Just feelings too big for their little hearts.
