Tiny Donny was sitting on the soft mat, eyes wide and mouth twitching with impatience. His belly growled, and his nose kept twitching at the sweet smell coming from the corner—yogurt! Their favorite treat.
But where was Mom?
Next to him, Denny, the older brother, was already getting restless. He had peeked into the bowl, stuck his finger in, and licked a little—just a taste. But that small action made Donny burst into tears.
“Waaaah! Eeeeeh!” he cried out, pointing accusingly at Denny.
Just then, Mom walked in—holding the yogurt bowl in one hand and looking confused at the sudden meltdown.
She glanced from the crying Donny to the sheepish Denny with yogurt still on his chin.
“Denny!” Mom said sternly, “Why did you touch it before I fed you both?”
Denny’s ears drooped. He didn’t mean to make Donny cry—he was just so hungry! But now Mom was clearly blaming him for the chaos. Donny clung to Mom’s leg dramatically, still sniffing, waiting for his spoonful of comfort.
With a deep sigh, Mom sat down, scooped a small spoonful of the creamy yogurt, and gently fed Donny first. He quieted instantly, eyes closing in satisfaction. Peace was restored.
Denny, still guilty, waited his turn patiently this time.
