The Great Yearbook Revenge: Mr. Broseph’s Tactical Flatulence

The Setup

Listen up, future legends of Sunshine Sprouts Preschool! Today was MY day. Yearbook photo day. The moment where I, Mr. Broseph, would immortalize my epic teacherness in photographic glory.

The Pre-Photo Strategy

But first, a little pre-game entertainment. Mitchell had been running his mouth all week. Mitchell, the tiny terror of the toddler world. The pint-sized prankster who thought he was the king of the playground.

Not today, Mitchell. Not. Today.

The Tactical Maneuver

There he was, sitting in his playpen. Smug. Confident. Thinking he was untouchable.

I approached. Casual. Calculated.

And then, with the precision of a special ops agent, I positioned myself. Turned slightly. Took a deep breath.

PFFFFFFT.

The Flatulent Assault

I unleashed a tactical wind directly into Mitchell’s playpen. A strategic strike of pure, unadulterated teacher dominance.

Mitchell’s face transformed. First confusion. Then horror. Then a look that said, “Did he just…?”

Oh, I did, Mitchell. OH. I. DID.

The Photographic Moment

The photographer called my name. “Mr. Broseph, you’re up!”

I strutted to the backdrop. Confidence radiating. The aftermath of my playpen assault still lingering in the air.

The Smile of Victory

I planted my feet. Lifted my chin. Opened my mouth for the most radiant, most inspirational smile known to mankind.

CLICK.

My yearbook photo would be legendary. A testament to teacher triumph. A moment of pure, unfiltered victory.

The Aftermath

Mitchell sat in his playpen. Defeated. Vanquished.

The other teachers? Shocked silence.

The kids? Barely contained giggles.

The Lesson

Some battles are won with words. Some with actions. And some? Some are won with pure, strategic flatulence.

Pro tip: Always assert your dominance. Even in preschool.

- Mr. Broseph, Yearbook Photo Warrior

P.S. Mitchell, this one’s for all the times you thought you were the king of pranks.