The moment the warm water touched the tiny baby monkey’s feet, he stiffened with warning. His eyes widened, his lips puckered, and before Mom could even say a word, a sharp, furious scream burst out of him, echoing through the bathroom like an alarm.
The little one slapped the water with both hands, splashing everywhere in angry protest. His tiny eyebrows pulled together, and his face turned bright red from frustration. He didn’t care that the water was warm, clean, or comforting—he only knew he didn’t want to be in that bathtub. Not today. Not at all.
Mom tried to calm him by gently scooping water over his back, but the baby monkey only screamed louder, twisting his body and kicking his legs. The tub rocked slightly as he rolled from side to side, his tiny tail flicking in pure irritation. His voice cracked, yet he kept yelling, showing how strongly he hated this moment.
Mom reached for his favorite toy and placed it beside him in the bathtub, hoping it would soothe him. But instead of grabbing it, he pushed it away with a fierce swipe. His mouth opened wide in another dramatic scream, his tiny teeth visible, his whole body shaking with temper. This wasn’t ordinary crying—this was full baby outrage.
Seeing how scared and angry he was, Mom slowly scooped him into her arms, lifting him out of the water. Instantly, his screams softened into soft, broken whimpers. He buried his wet face against Mom’s chest, clinging tightly, still trembling from the big emotions he couldn’t control.
Wrapped in a warm towel, he finally calmed down. His eyelids grew heavy, his breaths slowed, and his angry little cries faded into sleepy sighs. Even though the bath was scary for him, he knew one thing for sure—Mom’s arms would always make everything safe again.
