One sunny morning, a newborn monkey named Dody arrived in his new home. He was tiny, fuzzy, and full of energy. His human family was excited, especially Mama Tia, who had raised many baby animals before. Dody, however, was different—wild, loud, and full of attitude.
The moment Tia brought out a soft little diaper to put on him, Dody let out a loud screech. He didn’t want to wait. He didn’t want the diaper. He wanted to play, to climb, to jump!
“No, Dody! Wait!” Mama Tia warned as he scrambled up the curtain rod, bare-bottomed and squealing.
Suddenly, he paused—his little body stiffened, eyes wide, tiny hands clenched. A strange seizure-like shake ran through him. Tia gasped and rushed to him, heart pounding. But within seconds, Dody blinked and let out a loud, dramatic cry. He wasn’t hurt—just mad.
“Dody, you little monkey!” Tia cried, holding him close. “You’re angry because I didn’t let you run around naked?”
Dody whimpered and clung to her neck. He gave her a pitiful look like it was all her fault. Tia sighed, grabbed a banana from the counter, and offered it to him. He grabbed it with both hands and chewed, his little tail wagging.
Once calm, Tia gently put the diaper on him. This time, Dody didn’t fight it—he was too busy enjoying his snack.
From that day on, Mama Tia always gave him a banana before diaper time. It was the only way to keep Dody from throwing another wild, wiggly tantrum.
And Dody? He still hated the diaper—but he hated missing a banana more.
Would you like a fun illustration of Dody in his diaper tantrum moment?
