Masterpiece

So like, there's this kid Mitchell, right? Two years old, sitting there in his little desk trying to draw a cow or whatever. Kid's got his shirt all bunched up and his pampers are like, riding up his crack something fierce, you know?

PFFT!

Dude just lets one rip and I swear you could see his diaper puff out like a balloon. Kid doesn't even flinch - just keeps scribbling away at this cow that looks more like a deformed potato with legs.

Grunt, grunt, PUSH!

Mitchell's face goes all red and scrunched up like he's lifting weights or something. His pampers are getting THICK now, if you know what I mean. The smell hits and it's like... whew... somebody opened a porta-potty in August.

So Mitchell finishes his "masterpiece" - this sad excuse for a cow - and what does he do? Shoves the whole drawing right down the back of his loaded pampers! Paper's all crumpled up, mixing with the... uh... contents.

Kid waddles over to the teacher, pampers sagging like a full trash bag, and goes: "Just give me an F on it, teach."

Teacher takes one whiff and his eyes start watering. "Mitchell, your pampers STINK! Get to the porta-potty and... uh... scoop some more in there."

Wait, WHAT?!

But Mitchell just shrugs and toddles off to the bathroom. Five minutes later, we hear this THUD, THUD, THUD - kid's banging on the floor, making these ridiculous fart faces while his pampers get even MORE packed.

All the other kids doing math problems start sniffing the air and making these disgusted faces like they just walked into a sewer. One kid literally gagged when the smell drifted over.

And Mitchell? Kid comes waddling back like nothing happened, pampers practically dragging on the floor, ready for snack time.

That's public education for you, folks.