Fresh out of his warm bath, little baby monkey Mato was wrapped in a soft towel, smelling sweet and looking squeaky clean. But instead of feeling calm and happy, Mato was… furious.
His mom had stepped away just for a moment to grab his favorite lotion and clothes, but Mato didn’t care about reasons—he only knew one thing: she left him.
And that’s when the tantrum began.
Still damp and half-wrapped, Mato rolled himself dramatically onto the floor with a loud squeak. He kicked his tiny legs, flailed his arms, and let out sharp, high-pitched yells that echoed through the house. “Eeeeh! Eeeeh!” His voice was full of frustration and impatience.
He didn’t want toys. He didn’t want snacks. He wanted Mom. Right. Now.
The towel slipped off, but Mato didn’t notice. He kept squirming and squealing, tiny fists clenched and little tail flicking with attitude. It was the kind of meltdown only a baby monkey could pull off—so loud, so dramatic, and honestly… kind of adorable.
Just then, Mom returned with lotion and his tiny shirt.
“Oh Mato, really?” she said, stifling a laugh as she knelt beside him.
The moment he saw her, Mato stopped mid-scream. His body relaxed instantly, and he reached up for her with big eyes and a soft whimper.
She wrapped him in her arms and kissed his fuzzy head. “I was only gone for a second,” she whispered.
He clung to her tightly, tantrum forgotten, comfort found.
Because for baby Mato, nothing was more important than having Mom close—even after the cleanest, coziest bath. 🐒🫧❤️
