The morning had barely begun when the drama started.
Sunlight crept softly into the room, painting warm shapes on the floor and gently waking the world. Birds chirped outside, and everything felt calm—everything except one very unhappy baby monkey. Curled up on a blanket, he blinked awake, stretched his tiny arms, and let out a small yawn. For a brief moment, he looked peaceful.
Then he realized it.
The diaper.
His face changed instantly.
He scrunched his nose, wiggled his body, and let out a sharp, offended squeak. This was unacceptable. Absolutely unacceptable. He kicked one leg, then the other, testing the situation. The diaper crinkled back at him like it had the audacity to exist.
He froze, stared down at himself, and then—lost it.
A loud protest echoed through the room as he flailed his arms dramatically. This was not how mornings were supposed to start. Mornings were for cuddles, milk, and gentle attention—not this betrayal wrapped around his waist.
Mom appeared almost immediately, rubbing her eyes and smiling sleepily.
“Good morning,” she said softly.
The baby monkey looked at her as if to say, No. It is NOT a good morning.
He rolled onto his side, then onto his back, kicking harder now. The diaper shifted, making that unmistakable sound. He gasped, offended all over again, and let out another angry squeak. His tiny face turned red with emotion. How could something so small cause such big feelings?
Mom crouched down beside him.
“Ohhh,” she said gently. “I see what the problem is.”
She reached for him, but the baby monkey was not ready to cooperate. He twisted his body, grabbed the edge of the blanket, and tried to scoot away. This diaper situation was personal. He wasn’t just uncomfortable—he felt wronged.
Dad peeked into the room, coffee in hand.
“What’s happening?” he asked.
Before Mom could answer, the baby monkey kicked again and let out a sound that could only be described as pure outrage. Dad raised his eyebrows.
“Wow,” he said. “He’s really mad.”
The baby monkey heard that and kicked even harder, as if to say, Yes. Yes, I am.
Mom gently picked him up, holding him close to her chest. He clung to her shirt with one hand while using the other to push at the diaper, trying to make it disappear through sheer willpower. His face was serious, his eyes wide and determined.
“This diaper has ruined everything,” his expression seemed to say.
Mom carried him to the changing area and laid him down carefully. The moment his back touched the surface, he stiffened. He knew what was coming—and he had opinions.
The diaper tabs came undone.
For a split second, the baby monkey paused.
Relief washed over his face. His body relaxed. His eyes softened. Maybe—just maybe—this nightmare was finally ending.
Then Mom reached for the wipes.
His eyes widened again.
“Nope,” he squeaked, flailing both arms.
Dad laughed softly from the doorway. “He’s really into expressing his feelings this morning.”
The baby monkey kicked one leg straight up, then the other, like he was practicing for an Olympic event. Every wipe was met with dramatic reactions—twisting, squeaking, and intense eye contact as if he were making sure Mom understood exactly how he felt about this process.
Mom stayed calm.
“I know,” she said gently. “I know you don’t like it.”
The baby monkey paused just long enough to stare at her. His lower lip trembled. Was she really doing this to him? After all they’d been through together?
He let out a long, emotional sound—half complaint, half speech.
Dad leaned closer. “I think he’s telling us about his rough morning.”
The baby monkey grabbed Dad’s finger tightly, holding on as if to say, You understand me, right?
Dad smiled. “I get it, buddy.”
As soon as the old diaper was gone, the baby monkey relaxed again. His body softened, and he lay there quietly for a moment, catching his breath. Crisis over.
Or so he thought.
The new diaper came out.
He stared at it in disbelief.
Absolutely not.
He kicked again, this time with renewed energy. He rolled slightly to the side, trying to escape. Mom gently guided him back, laughing softly now.
“Almost done,” she promised.
