Chamroeun was having none of it today.
The milk was warm. The bottle was full. But there was one big problem…
It was on the table.
And Daddy wanted Chamroeun to walk and get it.
“Come on, champ,” Daddy smiled, patting the floor. “Use those strong little legs. You can do it!”
Chamroeun stood frozen on the other side of the room, eyes wide with offense. Walk?! For milk?! The drama built instantly. His mouth opened, and—SCREEEECH!
The high-pitched scream shook the house.
Chamroeun stomped his tiny foot, arms in the air like he had just been betrayed. He threw himself onto the soft rug and kicked dramatically, rolling onto his back like the floor had swallowed his will to live.
Daddy laughed softly. “Oh no, not again.”
Chamroeun flipped over, pointed at the bottle, and let out another screech—as if to say, “YOU walk! You bring it to ME!”
But Daddy stayed firm.
“Nope. You’re a big boy now. You’ve done it before.”
Chamroeun huffed, tail flicking wildly, glaring like Daddy had just ruined his whole day. He pouted for another minute, rolling around and muttering baby monkey complaints under his breath.
Finally, after a long pause, he stood.
Slowly.
Dramatically.
He waddled across the floor, pausing halfway to glance back with one final glare. Then he snatched the bottle off the table, plopped down right there, and began drinking with loud, exaggerated slurps—just to prove a point.
Daddy smiled. “See? You did it.”
Chamroeun didn’t answer. He just kept drinking, still grumpy—but secretly proud.
Because even dramatic babies sometimes have to take those little steps on their own
