I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!

"Bath time, my little pebble."

Rocky’s eyes widened. He shook his head gently at first, then shook it more dramatically, his ears burning red.

"M-Mom, I’m big now! I-I can bathe myself..."

But his mother only raised one brow and gave him that look—the kind that was patient, loving, but unshakeable.

And before he could protest further, she had already picked him up like a sack of flour.

"No turning into a boulder in the tub again, alright?" she said with the tiniest smile in her voice.

Rocky groaned softly as his face turned redder and redder, his entire body stiff from embarrassment. Every time she scrubbed behind his ears or checked under his nails, he felt like he was going to poof into a rock from sheer secondhand shame.

"I-I’m big now..." he muttered for the hundredth time as she poured warm water over his hair.

"You’ll always be my pebble," she said calmly, gently rubbing scented mountain oil behind his ears.

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Once he was squeaky clean and bundled in a thick gray towel, she dried his hair with gentle pats before carrying him back to his room, where his soft nightclothes awaited. A servant handed her a pair of fluffy socks, and she quietly helped Rocky slip them on without a word.

Then, she held his hand and led him downstairs.

The dining hall was large, echoing with soft crackling from the fire pillars placed around the edges. The Boulder King was already at the head of the stone-carved dinner table, reading a tablet of reports. But when he saw Rocky being led in by his mother, he set everything down.