Tiny Ponpopn had a strong personality for such a small monkey. He loved snacks, cuddles, and being carried around like a little prince. But there was one thing he could never accept…
Bath time.
The moment Mom picked up the warm bucket and towel, Ponpopn’s eyes widened. He knew what was coming.
“Nooo… eeeeh! EEEEEEEH!”
He screamed dramatically, throwing his head back, kicking his tiny legs as if the world was ending.
Mom gently placed him in the warm water, but Ponpopn shrieked even louder. His little hands flew up in protest, splashing everywhere, drenching both of them.
He twisted. He turned. He tried to climb out.
“I SAID NO BATH!” his cries seemed to shout.
But Mom stayed calm. She knew her little boy. This happened every time.
She softly rubbed his back with gentle soap and whispered, “You’re okay, baby. Just a quick one, then cuddles and warm milk.”
Ponpopn, red-faced and sniffling, finally paused. His breath came in little gasps. The water wasn’t that bad… and her hands felt nice. Still, he pouted, arms crossed, letting out one last tired whimper.
When the bath was over, Mom wrapped him in a fluffy towel like a burrito. He calmed down instantly. In her arms, warm and dry, he gave a soft sigh and leaned into her chest.
Bath time was the worst…
But Mom’s arms afterward were the best.
She kissed his wet forehead and whispered, “All clean now, my silly little monkey.”
And Ponpopn?
He forgave her.
At least until the next bath.
