In the cozy living room, baby monkey Monica was lounging on the couch like she owned the place—legs stretched high in the air, feet waving right near Daddy’s face. She giggled as she did it, thinking it was all just play.
But Daddy didn’t think so.
He gently pushed her leg down once. Then again. But Monica, full of sass and silliness, kept lifting it back up, even sticking her toes toward him with a cheeky little smirk.
Finally, Daddy stood up and gave her the look.
“Monica,” he said firmly, “no more legs up like that. It’s rude!”
Monica’s eyes went wide. She knew that voice—calm, serious, and full of meaning. She quickly dropped her leg, sat up straight, and pouted. For a second, it looked like she might cry. But instead, she folded her hands in her lap and looked up at him quietly.
Daddy walked over, knelt down, and gave her a soft pat on the head. “You’re a good girl. Just remember—respect matters, even when we play.”
Monica nodded slowly. Lesson learned.
Moments later, she climbed onto his lap and hugged him tight, whispering her softest monkey squeaks as if to say, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Even baby monkeys need boundaries—and with love and patience, they learn fast. Monica’s wild little heart was still full of energy, but now, it had a little more respect to go with it.
