Mitchell's Donkey Rodeo: A Messy Ride to Victory (guest post)

Alright, you little champs, huddle up! It's time for a story that'll make you glad you're potty trained. We're talking about our boy Mitchell and his epic showdown with a plastic rocking donkey.

Picture this: Mitchell's squeezed into a shirt tighter than a goalkeeper's glove. His pamper? It's so puffy, it looks like he's got a football stuffed down there. Real smooth, Mitchell.

So this future all-star decides he's gonna ride this donkey toy like it's the mechanical bull at the county fair. You'd think it'd be a slam dunk, right? Just sit and rock. But for Mitchell, it's like trying to score a touchdown blindfolded.

He's grunting and sweating, trying to mount this thing. His face is redder than a ref's card. Finally, he manages to plant his padded butt on that donkey. I yell, "Mitchell, buddy, rock it like you're doing sit-ups for the big game!"

But Mitchell's swaying like a rookie on his first day of balance beam practice. Then, out of nowhere, his face scrunches up like he just got hit with a surprise tackle. There's a noise louder than the crowd at the Super Bowl, and suddenly the air is fouler than the locker room after double overtime.

Yep, Mitchell just scored a touchdown in his pamper. But does he throw in the towel? No way! He keeps on rocking, that loaded pamper swinging like a pendulum of pure determination.

By the final whistle, Mitchell still can't ride that donkey, but he's learned a valuable lesson about never giving up. And about clearing a room faster than a bench-clearing brawl.

Remember, kids: Sometimes you gotta push through the tough stuff to come out on top. And if that means rocking a full pamper, well, that's just part of the game. Now hit the showers, and aim better next time!