It was supposed to be a cozy moment.
Little Milo had just finished his warm milk, tummy full and eyes getting sleepy. Mom held him gently, swaying back and forth, ready to lay him down on his soft baby bed for a nap.
But Milo had other plans.
He wanted to stay in her arms—forever.
Mom, thinking he was calm and ready, leaned down and carefully placed him on the bed. But the moment his tiny body touched the mattress, everything exploded.
“EEEEEEEEEKKKK!!!” Milo shrieked with a pitch that could crack glass.
His tiny fists flew in the air, feet kicked furiously, and his face turned red with rage. His cry wasn’t just loud—it was sharp, angry, and full of betrayal.
Mom turned quickly, shocked. “Milo! What happened?!”
He looked at her with wide, teary eyes, as if she had committed the greatest crime: dropping him down when all he wanted was more hugs.
She reached for him, but Milo rolled dramatically to the side, crossing his arms and letting out a sob so loud the other monkeys peeked in.
“What happened to Milo?” asked Tori.
“I think Mom tried to put him to bed,” whispered Dam. “Big mistake.”
Mom sat down beside him, her face soft with guilt and love. “Oh Milo, I didn’t mean to upset you. You just looked so sleepy.”
But Milo pouted, turned his back, and gave a sniffly huff.
After a few moments, Mom scooted closer with a tiny banana snack and his favorite stuffed frog.
His ears twitched. He peeked over his shoulder. Slowly… a little hand reached back.
Forgiveness granted—for now.
