Afternoon Incident Report: Mitchell’s Uncontained Energy

Let me break down today’s absolute circus starring Mitchell - our resident tiny tornado.

Picture this: Mitchell, sporting a pamper that’s seen better days, decides naptime is more of a suggestion than a rule. Instead of settling down like a normal toddler, he’s turned the classroom into his personal racetrack. That saturated pamper? Hanging low, swinging with each manic step, leaving us all wondering how much more it can possibly hold.

His shirt - once white, now a testament to the day’s accumulated chaos - is barely clinging to his squirming body. Mitchell’s running laps around the nap mats, a wild gleam in his eye that says he’s got zero intention of sleeping. The other kids? Trying to rest. Mitchell? Absolutely not interested.

When naptime finally cornered him, it wasn’t graceful. He collapsed onto his mat, that overloaded pamper squishing underneath him, creating a scene that was part exhaustion, part defiance. Still wearing the same dirty outfit, still radiating an energy that suggested he was merely taking a tactical pause, not actually resting.

The other teachers exchanged looks. You know that look. The one that says, “How does one small human contain this much chaos?”

Surviving another day,
Mr. Rodriguez