One quiet afternoon, Monkey Lyly was playing happily in the living room when her tummy made a funny noise. She wiggled uncomfortably, then scampered off to the corner. Mom noticed right away and chuckled softly.
“Lyly, do you need to poop?” Mom teased gently, her tone playful.
But Lyly’s little ears perked up in shock. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly covered her face with both tiny hands. She thought Mom was being serious and that everyone would laugh at her. “No, no, Lyly is fine!” she squeaked, her tail twitching nervously.
Mom smiled, trying not to laugh too loudly. She had only meant to tease, but Lyly had taken it to heart. The little monkey dashed behind the couch, peeking out with big round eyes, embarrassed beyond words.
When Dad walked in, he noticed Lyly hiding. “What happened?” he asked. Mom giggled and whispered, “I teased her about pooping, and now she’s embarrassed.” Dad chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, poor Lyly.”
Lyly peeked out again, still blushing. She didn’t understand why Mom found it so funny. “It’s not nice,” she muttered softly, hugging her knees. But when she saw both Mom and Dad smiling kindly at her, she realized they weren’t laughing at her—they were just joking in love.
To make her feel better, Mom crouched down and said gently, “Lyly, everyone poops—it’s normal. I was only teasing because you made such a funny face. Don’t be embarrassed.”
Lyly tilted her head, thinking about it. Slowly, her frown melted into a shy giggle. She covered her face again but this time peeked through her fingers with a smile.
The family laughed together, not in a mean way, but with warmth. Lyly finally joined in, shaking off her embarrassment. From that day on, whenever her tummy made a noise, Mom teased her again—but now Lyly only giggled, no longer embarrassed, because she knew it was all in fun.
