Fart Affirmations and Baby Bottles
Mitchell waddled into the room, his little feet barely making a sound against the hardwood floor. He was clad in a soft, oversized shirt that hung loosely over his dirty pamper, the cartoonish cookie monster face on his rear peeking out with a cheeky grin. A pacifier bobbed in his mouth, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he spotted Dustin lounging on the bed, exhausted from a long day of baseball practice.
“Hey, buddy!” Dustin called out, stifling a chuckle at the sight before him. “Looks like someone had a fun day!”
Mitchell turned around, a mischievous smile creeping across his face. “I’m a human fart bubble!” he declared, his voice muffled by the pacifier.
Dustin couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, let’s hear those fart affirmations!”
With a gleam in his eye, Mitchell began his quirky ritual. “I am the master of the fart!” he proclaimed, followed by a series of giggles. “Farts are my superpower!” he continued, his confidence growing with each affirmation. “I can clear a room with style!”
Dustin, trying to keep a straight face, encouraged him. “Keep going! What else?”
“I’m a fart machine!” Mitchell shouted, pushing out a loud fart for emphasis, his face lighting up with glee. “I spread joy everywhere I go!”
The room filled with laughter as Mitchell continued, each affirmation more outrageous than the last. “I am the king of farts! My farts are magical!”
After twenty affirmations, Dustin decided it was time for a change of pace. “You know, I’ve got some gas from those burritos I had earlier,” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.
Mitchell’s eyes widened with excitement. “Can I smell it?” he asked innocently, bouncing on his feet.
“Only if you get on the bed!” Dustin replied, grinning.
With that, Mitchell climbed onto the bed, giggling uncontrollably as Dustin let out a series of exaggerated farts, each one met with Mitchell’s delighted laughter. “More, more!” he squealed, pushing harder against his pamper, which sagged comically as he filled it again.
Time flew by, and soon it was bedtime. Mitchell, with his sagging pamper wedged snugly against his backside, settled down with a bottle of warm milk. “Don’t ask for a change in the morning!” Dustin reminded him, ruffling his hair affectionately.
Morning light streamed through the window, and the smell of breakfast wafted through the air. Dustin clicked Mitchell into his highchair, the dirty pamper mushing against the seat as he prepared a big bowl of Gerber and macaroni and cheese.
“Yummy!” Mitchell exclaimed, diving in with his hands, relishing the mess he was making. After breakfast, he waddled into the playpen, a content smile on his face, ready for the next adventure. But instead of gas, Dustin had a different surprise in store—a pair of his dirty underwear for Mitchell to sniff.
“Surprise!” Dustin laughed, and Mitchell’s giggles echoed through the room as they continued their playful antics, proving that sometimes, laughter truly is the best medicine.