guest post: yo, listen up about our boy mitchell on his birthday!

dude, mitchell's like a walking, talking fart machine today. i swear, it's like he's ascended to some new level of stinkiness. every time he waddles by in those loaded pampers, it's like a toxic cloud follows him.

you know how some people light up a room when they enter? well, mitchell clears it. his diaper game is so strong, i think he's more poop than person at this point. it's like he's channeling all the world's stink into one tiny, giggly package.

his pampers? man, they're working overtime. i'm pretty sure they're begging for mercy. it's like he's got a nuclear reactor in there or something. the smell could probably be used as a biological weapon.

but you know what? he's loving every second of it. grinning from ear to ear, proud of his stink-bomb status. it's his birthday, and he's celebrating by being the biggest, smelliest little bro a guy could ask for.

happy birthday, mitchell, you human fart. keep on stinking, little dude!