The sun had barely peeked over the trees when the familiar sound of baby monkey Cici’s morning chatter filled the room. Her little squeaks usually meant she was ready for breakfast and cuddles. But today, something was… different. Her cheerful sounds turned into whines, and soon enough, into full-blown cries. The cause of all the drama? One tiny diaper.
At first, Cici’s caregiver, Mai, didn’t think much of it. She had changed countless diapers before. It was part of their daily routine — wake up, get cleaned, change the diaper, then feed Cici her warm milk. But as soon as Mai pulled out a new diaper and reached for Cici, the baby monkey’s eyes widened.
“No, no, no!” her body seemed to say as she squirmed away, clutching her soft blanket like it was her lifeline.
Mai chuckled, trying to calm her down. “Cici, it’s just your diaper. Come here, sweetheart.”
But Cici wasn’t having it. She hugged her blanket tighter, shaking her little head, her lips trembling. Then came the first high-pitched squeal — the kind that made Mai freeze mid-step.
“Uh oh,” she whispered. “Here we go again.”
Cici’s meltdown had officially begun.
The moment Mai approached with the diaper in her hand, Cici launched herself onto the pillow pile like a mini acrobat, burying her face and kicking her legs furiously. Her soft brown fur puffed up in protest. She looked absolutely betrayed.
It wasn’t about the diaper itself — it was about control. Cici wanted to decide when the diaper change would happen. After all, she was growing up fast, learning to climb, eat on her own, and even recognize her reflection in the mirror. But this? Being laid down and cleaned like a baby? Absolutely not.
Mai sighed and sat down beside her, trying to reason with the little drama queen. “Cici, my dear, we can’t start the day until you’re clean. You don’t want to smell stinky, do you?”
Cici peeked from behind her blanket, her eyes glimmering with stubborn tears. She gave a small “Eep!” — a sound that could mean I don’t care! or Leave me alone! depending on her mood.
When Mai reached out gently, Cici darted away, hopping across the bed like a mischievous toddler avoiding a bath.
“Cici! Come back here!”
But instead of obeying, Cici made a daring dash toward her play corner — the one filled with stuffed animals, a tiny mirror, and a few colorful plastic toys. She grabbed her favorite plush banana and hugged it tightly, as if it could protect her from the “evil diaper.”
Mai couldn’t help but laugh, even as she tried to stay firm. “Oh, so now Banana is your lawyer, huh? Going to defend you from being clean?”
Cici turned her back, pretending not to hear, while her tail swished with irritation.
Minutes turned into a standoff. Mai waited patiently, and Cici occasionally peeked over her shoulder to check if the coast was clear. When Mai pretended to look away, Cici crawled toward her milk bottle on the table — her comfort drink.
But Mai was one step ahead. “Aha! You want your milk, don’t you?”
Cici froze. Her little hands twitched. She did want milk… desperately. But she also knew Mai wouldn’t give it to her until the diaper situation was resolved.
Her eyes darted between the milk bottle and the diaper. The battle inside her tiny heart was real.
Finally, she let out a frustrated squeal that sounded almost like a scream: “EeeEEee!!”
Mai giggled softly. “Yes, I know, my love. But milk after diaper, okay?”
To make the process less scary, Mai started singing the diaper song — a silly tune she made up one morning when Cici was in a better mood. It went something like this:
🎵 “Diaper time, diaper time,
Cici clean and feeling fine!
Milk comes after, don’t you whine,
Little monkey’s shine will shine!” 🎵
Normally, this song would earn her a few giggles and maybe even a clapping response. But today? Cici looked unimpressed. Her lips stayed firmly in a pout.
Mai decided to sweeten the deal — literally. She held up a small grape, one of Cici’s favorite treats.
“Okay, Cici. Change diaper, get grape. Deal?”
Cici blinked. Her ears perked up. The sight of the shiny purple fruit made her reconsider. She cautiously crawled closer, still eyeing the diaper suspiciously.
When Mai reached out her hand again, Cici hesitated — but then let herself be gently lifted. The grape temptation had worked.
“Good girl,” Mai whispered, placing her on the soft towel. “See? Just a little diaper. Nothing scary.”
Cici whimpered softly, clutching Mai’s fingers. Her tiny body still tensed at the sound of the diaper tape peeling open. But Mai worked fast and gentle, humming softly as she cleaned and changed her.
Within minutes, it was done. Cici’s meltdown had officially ended.
Mai smiled triumphantly. “There we go! All clean and comfy!”
Cici looked down, inspecting her new diaper. She poked it once, then twice, as if testing whether it was safe. Finally, she seemed to accept it. She looked up at Mai with wide eyes, blinking as if to say, Was that so bad?
Mai laughed and handed her the grape. “Yes, my little queen, that’s what all the fuss was about.”
The moment the grape touched her lips, Cici’s mood transformed completely. Her face softened, her tail curled happily, and she even made a soft cooing sound — the baby monkey equivalent of a smile.
Then came the milk.
Mai filled her bottle and handed it to her with a proud smile. Cici’s eyes sparkled. She held the bottle tightly and began drinking, closing her eyes in bliss. The meltdown was now just a distant memory — replaced by her favorite comfort in the world.
Mai sat beside her, stroking her fur gently. “You know, Cici, you’re growing up so fast. But no matter how big you get, I’ll still take care of you. Even if we have diaper battles every morning.”
Cici looked up mid-drink, her lips milky and her expression mischievous. She tilted her head, then giggled — a sweet chattering sound that made Mai’s heart melt.
After finishing her milk, Cici climbed into Mai’s lap, wrapping her little arms around her neck. She rubbed her cheek against Mai’s face as if apologizing for the morning drama.
Mai hugged her back, whispering, “It’s okay, baby. Every little monkey has a big feeling sometimes.”
As the morning sunlight streamed through the window, the world seemed peaceful again. Cici, now calm and cozy, yawned and began to drift into a nap, her head resting on Mai’s shoulder. The tiny diaper that had caused all that chaos earlier? It was now just part of her soft, sleepy comfort.
Mai smiled, feeling grateful for the quiet moment. Raising a baby monkey wasn’t always easy — there were tantrums, spilled milk, and diaper meltdowns galore. But every cuddle, every sleepy sigh, every mischievous smile made it all worth it.
And somewhere in her dreams, Cici probably relived the morning’s adventure — only this time, the diaper was her friend, not her enemy.
Because at the end of the day, even tiny monkeys have big emotions… especially when it comes to one tiny diaper. 😫🍼💞
