The kitchen had always been a place filled with the warmth of food and family, but lately, it had turned into something even more magical. CUTIS, the curious and clever soul of the family, had recently discovered a hidden talent: cooking. Nobody expected him to take it so seriously—or to turn it into a source of endless laughter and joy for both pregnant Mom and the ever-playful baby monkey who never left his side.
A Morning Full of Surprises
The sun rose gently over the small, peaceful home. Pregnant Mom sat on the porch, sipping her warm herbal tea. Her belly was growing rounder each week, and although her steps had slowed, her heart was full of happiness. The baby monkey cuddled beside her, nibbling on a slice of banana while his tiny hands played with her scarf.
From the kitchen came the sound of clattering pans and a voice humming cheerfully. It was CUTIS, busy with his new adventure—cooking breakfast.
Mom tilted her head and laughed. “I wonder what he’s planning today.”
The baby monkey, catching the excitement, leaped up and raced toward the kitchen. His little tail wagged with anticipation.
CUTIS the Chef
Inside the kitchen, CUTIS wore an apron almost too big for him. It hung loosely over his shoulders, dragging a little on the floor, but he didn’t mind. On the counter were eggs, flour, bananas, and a small jar of honey. He had seen Mom make pancakes before, and today he was determined to recreate them—his way.
“Step one,” CUTIS announced dramatically to his imaginary audience, “crack the eggs!”
He cracked the first egg perfectly. But the second one? SPLAT! The yolk slid down the counter, and the baby monkey burst into uncontrollable giggles. He clapped his tiny hands and jumped up and down, thrilled by the mess.
“Not funny,” CUTIS said with mock seriousness, though he couldn’t help but grin. “Cooking is serious business!”
But seeing the baby monkey laugh so hard only made him laugh too. The room filled with their giggles, like music bouncing off the walls.
Pancakes, CUTIS Style
After whisking the eggs and flour together—with a bit too much flour flying everywhere—CUTIS decided to add bananas. He mashed them with great enthusiasm, squishing them so thoroughly that some pieces ended up on his face like a makeshift banana mask.
The baby monkey howled with laughter, pointing at him. Pregnant Mom, who had walked in quietly, covered her mouth to stifle her giggles.
“CUTIS,” she said between laughs, “you look more like you’re playing than cooking.”
“I’m making food with love,” CUTIS declared proudly, “and laughter is the secret ingredient.”
With careful focus, he poured the batter into the pan. The first pancake came out lopsided, shaped more like a cloud than a circle. The second was too small, and the third was slightly burnt. But CUTIS didn’t let that stop him.
By the time he stacked them on a plate, the pancakes looked more like a puzzle than a breakfast dish, but the smell was sweet and inviting.
Laughter at the Table
CUTIS carried the plate to the table, walking with exaggerated seriousness as though he were a professional chef presenting a masterpiece. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced, “I present… banana-honey laughter pancakes!”
Pregnant Mom applauded dramatically, her belly shaking as she laughed. The baby monkey clapped too, bouncing excitedly in his seat.
They each took a bite. To everyone’s surprise, the pancakes were delicious—sweet, fluffy, and full of banana flavor. Mom’s eyes widened. “CUTIS, these are wonderful!”
The baby monkey stuffed his cheeks full and squeaked happily. Then, with a cheeky grin, he smeared honey on his face, mimicking CUTIS’s earlier banana mask. That was all it took—CUTIS and Mom both broke into uncontrollable laughter.
The table was full of joy, echoing with sounds that were more nourishing than any food: love and happiness.
Cooking Becomes a Daily Comedy Show
That breakfast was only the beginning. CUTIS turned cooking into a daily comedy show.
One day, he tried making soup but added too many noodles, creating a mountain that nearly overflowed from the pot. The baby monkey dove into the noodles like it was a playground, tangling himself up until he looked like a walking spaghetti ball.
Another day, CUTIS decided to bake cookies. Instead of using chocolate chips, he used raisins and peanuts. When Mom took a bite, she raised her eyebrows in surprise but then laughed, saying, “Well, CUTIS, you’ve invented something new again!”
The baby monkey didn’t care what was in them—he just liked chasing the rolling cookie dough balls across the table.
Through it all, pregnant Mom’s laughter rang out louder than ever. Each meal CUTIS made wasn’t just food; it was a gift of humor and lightness during her pregnancy, easing her worries and making her feel loved.
Lessons in Love and Laughter
Over time, CUTIS became more skilled. His pancakes became rounder, his soups tastier, and even his cookies improved. But more importantly, he learned something deeper: food was not just about taste. It was about togetherness.
The baby monkey had learned to “help” too—though most of the time his help meant sneaking bananas from the counter or licking the spoon when CUTIS wasn’t looking. Yet CUTIS never scolded him. Instead, he welcomed the monkey’s playful chaos, because it always ended in more laughter.
Mom often said, “CUTIS, you may not be a perfect chef, but you are the perfect son. You bring joy to every corner of this house.”
And CUTIS beamed every time he heard it.
The Day of the Big Feast
One special evening, CUTIS announced he would prepare a “family feast.” He spent the whole day in the kitchen, chopping vegetables, stirring pots, and baking bread. The baby monkey followed him everywhere, occasionally stealing a carrot or stirring the pot with a spoon twice his size.
When dinner was ready, CUTIS set the table beautifully. The dishes weren’t perfect—some were a little uneven, some bread slightly overcooked—but everything smelled wonderful.
Mom sat at the table, her hands resting gently on her belly, tears of joy in her eyes. “CUTIS, you’ve done something truly special.”
As they ate, laughter filled the air once again. Every time the baby monkey made a silly face with a piece of bread or tried to balance a carrot on his nose, the room erupted with giggles.
A Memory to Cherish Forever
That night, after the dishes were done, Mom hugged CUTIS tightly. “One day, when the baby is born,” she said softly, “I’ll tell them about how their big brother made us laugh every day with his cooking.”
The baby monkey yawned and curled up on Mom’s lap, his tiny hands clutching a piece of pancake like a treasure. CUTIS looked at both of them, his heart swelling with pride.
It wasn’t just about cooking anymore. It was about creating memories that would last forever—memories of laughter, love, and the joy of being together.
And so, the legend of CUTIS’s “special cooking talent” grew. Not because he was the best chef in the world, but because his meals always came with something far greater: the ability to make his family laugh out loud, again and again.
