The morning started off peacefully in the little monkey house — sunlight streaming through the window, birds singing outside, and baby monkey TavTav sitting quietly on his soft blanket. But peace didn’t last long. Within moments, the calm morning turned into drama when TavTav’s tiny thumb met his mouth — and Mom immediately said no.
TavTav had always loved sucking his thumb. It was his comfort, his habit, and his way of feeling safe whenever Mom wasn’t cuddling him. But today, Mom noticed his hands were dirty from playing earlier in the yard. “No, TavTav! That’s not clean,” she said gently, pulling his hand away.
The tiny monkey froze, eyes wide and lips trembling. Then came the explosion. “Eeeh! Eeeeh!” TavTav screamed, his little body shaking with anger. His tail flicked wildly behind him as he kicked his tiny legs in protest. He didn’t care about hygiene — all he wanted was his thumb back.
Mom tried to calm him down, offering his soft blanket and even his favorite toy, but TavTav wasn’t having it. He pushed everything away, letting out loud sobs. His face turned red with frustration, and his eyes filled with tears. Every time Mom tried to wipe his hands or distract him, he cried even louder, making the whole room echo with his tiny angry voice.
Finally, Mom sat beside him, wrapping her arm around his back. “My little boy, Mommy’s not being mean,” she whispered, brushing his fur gently. “Your hands are dirty. Mommy just wants you healthy.”
But TavTav turned his face away dramatically, still pouting. His lower lip quivered as he sniffled, refusing to look at her. The standoff lasted several minutes — a battle between love and stubbornness.
At last, Mom picked up a warm wet cloth and began cleaning his tiny hands. TavTav squirmed at first but slowly stopped fighting as the warmth soothed him. Once his hands were clean, Mom gave him his bottle of milk instead.
He accepted it, still sniffling, but the taste of milk made him calm again. His tail relaxed, his cries softened, and soon his eyelids drooped. Before falling asleep in Mom’s arms, he reached out his clean little hand, as if saying, “Okay, Mom, I forgive you.”
Even angry little TavTav couldn’t resist the comfort of love and care.
