Tiny newborn PavPav may have just entered the world, but he already had a big personality.
It was lunchtime, and he was not happy.
Mom had taken a little too long preparing his milk—getting distracted by grooming, adjusting blankets, and checking on the other babies. Meanwhile, PavPav lay there with an impatient frown, his tummy growling louder by the second.
By the time she finally brought the warm bottle, PavPav snatched it with both hands like a little warrior. He drank fast, noisily, as if to say, “You’re lucky I’m still alive!”
When he finished, he smacked his lips dramatically and then, with an exaggerated motion, wiped his mouth with the back of his tiny hand.
He looked straight at Mom.
The blame was clear.
She tilted her head. “What was that look, PavPav?”
He gave a soft grunt and turned his head away with a pout, his eyes full of sass. If he could talk, he’d say, “Seriously, Mom? Lunch should’ve been ready ten minutes ago!”
Nearby, the other baby monkeys giggled.
“Look at PavPav being all moody!” chuckled Dam.
“He’s got attitude for such a tiny boy,” said Emma.
Mom picked him up gently, amused by his baby drama. “Oh, so now you’re blaming me?”
PavPav snuggled into her chest but didn’t smile. He was still pretending to be upset—holding onto his tiny grudge.
But when she kissed his forehead and rubbed his back, his eyes softened, and a small hum escaped him.
Maybe he forgave her… just this once.
Because even the grumpiest babies can’t resist a loving mom forever.
