Every day in the yard is a little adventure, but nothing compares to bath time when Baby Cici is involved. This tiny, mischievous monkey somehow manages to turn a simple bath into a full-blown performance — full of splashes, squeals, and dramatic expressions that could rival a movie star’s!
The morning sun had barely warmed the garden when it was time for Cici’s daily bath. The air smelled fresh after last night’s rain, and the leaves were still glistening with dew. Her caretaker, Mai, filled a small blue basin with warm water, adding a few drops of baby soap that made the bubbles dance across the surface.
But as soon as Cici spotted the basin, her little eyes widened with suspicion. She froze, clinging tightly to the wooden fence, her tail curling around it like a rope. “Oh no,” Mai sighed with a smile, “don’t start the drama already, Cici. It’s just bath time!”
Cici tilted her head, blinking those big round eyes as if trying to decide whether to run or stay. Then she made her move — a lightning-fast dash straight under the table! The little monkey squeaked as if she had escaped a terrible fate, peeking out from behind the chair leg with only half her face showing.
“Cici!” Mai called softly. “It’s warm, I promise. You love baths!”
Cici answered with a high-pitched “ee-ee!” and buried her face in her tiny hands. The sight was so funny that Mai couldn’t help laughing. This happened every single day. Cici would always act like bath time was a scary new event — even though she ended up enjoying it every single time.
Finally, Mai walked over with a banana in hand. “If you come out now, you’ll get this after your bath,” she tempted. Cici’s ears perked up immediately. The love for bananas was strong — stronger than her fear of bubbles. Slowly, with exaggerated steps and a pretend pout, she crawled out from her hiding spot, dragging her tiny towel behind her like a cape.
When Mai lifted her into the basin, Cici immediately froze again, her hands clinging to Mai’s arm. “No no no!” her face seemed to say, but Mai was gentle, lowering her slowly into the warm water. The moment Cici’s little feet touched the bubbles, she gasped — a soft “ooh!” escaped her lips.
Then came the first splash.
It started small, with Cici testing the water by slapping it with her tiny hand. But within seconds, the calm bath turned into a mini rainstorm. Water flew everywhere — onto Mai’s clothes, onto the grass, even onto a nearby cat who quickly ran away with a hiss! Cici squealed with laughter, shaking her wet fur and making herself look like a tiny, fuzzy puffball.
“Cici! Stop splashing!” Mai cried, half laughing, half trying to shield herself with the towel. But that only made Cici more excited. She clapped her hands, then grabbed her rubber ducky and dunked it underwater dramatically.
Then came the second act of her daily “drama show.”
When Mai tried to rinse her fur with a small cup of clean water, Cici turned her head away dramatically, as if refusing a spotlight. She covered her face, peeking through her fingers to see if Mai was still watching. Of course, Mai was — and Cici loved the attention.
“You little actress,” Mai teased.
Cici squeaked proudly, puffing her cheeks and blowing bubbles into the water.
After a few more minutes of playful resistance, Cici finally began to relax. The warm water soothed her tiny body, and she started humming her happy little monkey hum. Her eyes softened, and she reached out to hold Mai’s finger, gently rubbing it with her tiny thumb. It was her way of saying, “Okay, I forgive you.”
Mai smiled. “See? Not so bad, right?”
Cici blinked slowly in agreement. The bubbles reflected sunlight around her, making the moment look like a little dream. She leaned back, letting Mai gently wash her fur. Every few seconds, she’d lift her hand and pop a bubble, giggling softly each time one disappeared.
But the peace didn’t last long.
When Mai tried to shampoo Cici’s head, the little monkey suddenly gasped again — and the drama restarted! She shook her head wildly, sending soap everywhere, squealing as if her hair were on fire. “Oh no! It’s coming!” her body language screamed.
Mai tried to hold her still, laughing through the chaos. “Cici, you’re making a mess again!”
And what a mess it was — the soapy water now covered the ground like a tiny foam sea, and Cici looked like a character straight out of a cartoon: suds on her ears, bubbles on her nose, and wide eyes that begged for sympathy.
Mai took a deep breath, rinsed off the shampoo as fast as she could, and lifted Cici out of the basin. “Alright, little star, bath time is over!”
Cici clung to her, dripping wet, shivering just a little — but the moment Mai wrapped her in a fluffy towel, she relaxed again. She held the towel around herself like a robe, strutting around proudly as if she had just finished a red-carpet appearance.
And of course, she didn’t forget her banana.
Mai handed it over, and Cici immediately started munching, eyes sparkling with joy. Her earlier “suffering” forgotten completely, she now looked as happy as a queen. Every bite came with a satisfied hum, and every few seconds, she’d glance up at Mai, perhaps to say, “See? I did a great job.”
Mai patted her head affectionately. “You’re the most dramatic little monkey I’ve ever met, Cici.”
After her snack, Cici went to her favorite sunny spot in the yard — the big rock near the flower bush. She spread her towel on top of it, sat down cross-legged like a tiny person, and started grooming herself. The sunlight made her fur shine like soft gold, and the yard filled with the sounds of birds, leaves, and Cici’s gentle chirps.
But just when everything seemed calm again, she spotted something — a butterfly fluttering nearby. In an instant, she forgot all about being clean or dry. With a joyful squeal, she jumped off the rock and chased after it, her towel flying behind her like a cape again.
Mai burst out laughing. “Cici! You’re going to get dirty again!”
But Cici didn’t care. The butterfly led her in circles, and soon she was tumbling through the grass, her fur picking up little leaves and petals. The bath time drama was now officially over — replaced by her next adventure.
By the time the sun began to set, Cici was lying on the grass, belly full of bananas and heart full of joy. Her fur was already messy again, but her eyes sparkled with the satisfaction of a day well spent. Mai came to pick her up, shaking her head affectionately.
“You’re impossible, little one,” she whispered, carrying her back toward the house.
Cici snuggled into Mai’s arm, half-asleep already. Her tiny fingers curled around Mai’s shirt, and for the first time that day, she was completely quiet — no more splashing, squealing, or acting.
Tomorrow, though? The same drama would play all over again.
Because for Baby Cici, every bath time is showtime! 🐒🛁😂
