It started with a determined little monkey and a very mysterious door. Monkey Lyly had her eyes set on one thingâgetting into Dung’s room. Why? Maybe she heard him laughing inside, maybe she smelled snacks, or maybe she just missed him. Whatever the reason, she stood in front of the closed door, eyes wide, tiny fingers tugging at the doorknob with all her strength.
âMom.. help me!â she seemed to say with her expressive eyes and soft little squeaks. She gave the knob a good twist, then looked back at me for backup. But I just watched, curious to see how far sheâd go. Lyly isnât the type to give up easily. She climbed up on her tiptoes, pulling and pushing with all the monkey strength she could muster. Her little feet slid on the floor, and her frustration grew with each failed attempt.
Then she started knockingâtap tap tap!âand even put her ear to the door as if to hear if Dung was on the other side. It was both hilarious and heart-melting. Eventually, she let out a tiny cry, turning to me again with that classic âMom, I need help!â look.
Just as she was about to try climbing the doorframe, I stepped in. âOkay, okay,â I laughed, scooping her up before she could hurt herself. She let out a little whine, clearly upset that her mission had been interrupted.
But I held her close, kissed her little forehead, and reminded her that not every door needs to be opened right away. Sometimes, itâs best to wait.
Lyly sulked for a moment, then cuddled into my shoulder, her tiny arms wrapping around me. She may be a stubborn little explorer, but at the end of the day, sheâs still my baby.
Sorry, DungâMonkey Lyly will be back for that door tomorrow! đđȘđ
