It started with a spoon.
Little baby monkey Chamroeun was having his usual morning snack when his banana yogurt was served in the blue spoon instead of the red one he loved.
His eyes locked onto it. His lip trembled.
Then came the explosion.
“EHHHHH!! NOOO!!” he screamed, tossing the spoon to the floor like it had insulted his soul. His little hands balled into fists as he stomped in place—on top of the low table where he had been sitting.
“Chamroeun, calm down,” said his human dad gently. “It’s still the same yogurt.”
But Chamroeun wasn’t listening. His emotions took over. He pounded the table with his hands, screeched loud enough to shake the curtains, and even flung his bib behind him. His tiny face turned red with frustration.
Then it happened—mid-tantrum, with one dramatic spin and stomp—Chamroeun lost his balance.
“WHAAAH!” Thump!
He tumbled right off the table and landed on the soft cushion below. Luckily, nothing was hurt but his pride.
Startled and suddenly quiet, he blinked in confusion. The tantrum had ended with a fall he didn’t expect.
His mom rushed over. “Oh no, baby! Are you okay?”
Chamroeun didn’t cry. Instead, he reached up for a hug, burying his face in her shirt, embarrassed and a little shaken. Mom kissed his head, holding back a laugh.
“You’re okay, my little drama king. Maybe next time, let’s sit down before we shout?”
He gave a quiet sniffle and nodded.
Minutes later, he was back on the mat—this time with the red spoon in hand, yogurt in front of him, and a big lesson learned.
Even the fiercest tantrums can’t beat gravity—or a mother’s loving arms. 🐒🛋️❤️
