(Short Story) Mitchell’s Gerber - Mitchell's Barney Bathroom Ballet

The morning erupted with Mitchell's favorite purple dinosaur dancing across the television screen. Mitchell stood, shirt slightly askew, Pampers freshly changed after his night of digestive conquest, remnants of last night's Gerber still decorating his cherubic face like abstract war paint.

Barney's song played. Mitchell's tiny body began to move, a rhythmic squatting that spoke of pure toddler energy. And then, right on cue, a thunderous fart escaped. The Pampers began to bulge, expand, tell its own story of digestive might.

Zander watched, a mix of horror and fascination, as Mitchell continued his dance. Pooping mid-song, completely unbothered by the musical backdrop. The Pampers strained, a testament to infant audacity.

Sat down for his Gerber feast, Mitchell transformed into a culinary warrior. Hands became utensils, sweet potato became weapon. Half in mouth, half everywhere. Another poop. Another victory.

The preschool workbook became his next victim. Mitchell, with the precision of a tiny terrorist, mushed his compromised Pampers directly onto the pages. A mark of pure, unfiltered chaos.

One more fart. One more poop. A smile so big it could split the universe.

Barney continued to dance. Mitchell continued to destroy.

Another day in the life of Mitchell: Infant Chaos Incarnate.