Classroom Chaos to Preschool Work and Basketball at the Arcade

So, it’s another day in Newport Beach, and I’m back in class trying to keep my eyes open during this never-ending lecture. The professor’s going on about something complicated, and half the room is either doodling or scrolling on their phones. But then there’s Mitchell — the adult-sized toddler my friend is babysitting — who somehow made his way into class again.

This time, Mitchell’s not just chilling in the back row. Nope, he’s decided that the best spot is right under my desk, wedged in so close it’s basically like having a weird, giggling shadow. Every now and then, I accidentally let out a loud fart, and Mitchell just bursts out laughing like it’s the funniest thing in the world. Trying to focus with that going on? Impossible.

Mitchell wiggles and makes little noises, and I’m doing my best not to shift too much because, well, he’s right there. It’s like having a tiny, heavy pet who’s obsessed with my farts. The whole class probably thinks I’m nuts, but honestly, I’m just rolling with it.

When class finally wraps, my friend scoops up Mitchell and heads back to the apartment. There, Mitchell’s still rocking his shirt and Pampers, looking like a big kid who never quite grew up. He pulls out his preschool workbook and gets down to business, coloring and tracing with surprising focus.

Then, in classic Mitchell style, he drops a hot load into his Pampers mid-assignment, totally unfazed. Just part of his routine. After that, he finishes his work like a champ, proud as ever.

Babysitting Mitchell is definitely not your average gig — it’s chaotic, weird, and honestly pretty hilarious. It makes life way more interesting than just sitting through boring lectures alone.

Later, we decide to take Mitchell to the arcade to get some excitement and let him work on his preschool book in a new environment. The flashing lights, sounds of games, and buzzing energy make it a totally different vibe from the classroom.

We find a quiet corner with a table and set Mitchell up with his workbook and crayons. He’s surprisingly focused, sitting there in his shirt and Pampers, carefully tracing letters and coloring shapes. People walking by probably think we’re just some quirky duo enjoying the arcade in our own way.

But then, as Mitchell gets deeper into his work, things take a turn. Without warning, he unloads a hot load right into his Pampers — right there amid the flashing lights and game sounds. The look on his face? Pure satisfaction, like he just nailed the most important part of the day.

I’m not sure whether to laugh or cringe, but honestly, it’s just Mitchell being Mitchell. We don’t even flinch; it’s part of the routine now. I help him clean up as best I can with some wipes I brought, and we pack up to move on.

Despite the mess, the arcade trip is a win. Mitchell finishes his preschool book, gets some excitement, and I get a story that’s definitely going to stick with me. Babysitting Mitchell might be weird, but it’s never boring.

After cleaning up, Mitchell’s surprisingly energetic, even with a fresh “load” pressed against his Pampers. He doesn’t seem to care — in fact, he’s ready to get moving.

We spot a basketball arcade game nearby, and somehow Mitchell’s all in for a round. I’m not sure how this will go, but babysitting means rolling with it. We grab some tokens and start shooting hoops, and Mitchell holds his own surprisingly well.

He’s laughing, focused, totally in the zone, even though you can tell he’s carrying that messy secret. Every time he moves, the outline of the mess squishes against his shirt and Pampers, but Mitchell doesn’t miss a beat. He’s in his own world, just having fun.

Other players give us curious looks, but no one says anything. Honestly, it’s impressive how Mitchell owns it — no shame, no fuss. Just pure, unfiltered Mitchell energy.

After a few rounds, we wrap up and head back to the car. I promise Mitchell we’ll get him cleaned up properly once we’re home, but for now, he’s just happy to have played and enjoyed the day.

Babysitting Mitchell is definitely a wild ride — you never know what’s coming next, but somehow it always ends up being a story worth telling.