It’s true that toddlers are so on the go, but now that crawling is not all they’ve got for getting around, you can’t blame these babies for toddling like there’s no tomorrow! WADDLE! WADDLE! WADDLE! And when that kid’s an energetic Electric-type, when they’re someone as playful as Pablo, then they’ve got all the more reason to be on the move! Yes, this baby boy has already done tons of toddling treks, always eager to explore the wide and wondrous world on his two tiny feet, and now, another adventure awaits as he stumbles upon a fairly familiar setting. In his immobile infancy, the Pichu could never access this area on his own, but those days are long gone for the little fella, for it’s finally his chance to take the trek. So, what is this place Pablo’s set to pursue? Where are his little legs taking him this time? Why, it’s the staircase, of course! “Wooooooah!” For the adults who are foreigners to fun, it’s simply a necessity for two-story houses, but for the profusely playful Pablo, it’s another shot at showing off his enhanced motor skills. Although, such an ambitious adventure isn’t fit for even some experienced waddlers. After all, this is ten total steps we’re talking about! Ten! That’s a full five times the age of this tale’s toddler! That’s a number not even some elite elementary schoolers can count to! When a diaper-clad kid is met with anything involving those daunting double digits, you know they’ve got a tremendous task ahead of them! WADDLE! WADDLE! WADDLE! But does any of that matter to this baby boy? Does the kid care that the climb entails concepts beyond his comprehension? Not one bit! Donning his dark blue t-shirt and plain white diaper, efficient attire for the Electric-type explorer, the high-stakes staircase climb begins. Left foot. Right foot. Two small steps for Pablo, two giant leaps for all tots aspiring to master their motor skills. However, having ascended the first of several steps, Pablo perceives the shift from the living room’s flat floors to the staircase’s elevated surface as an extreme change in environment. Left foot. Right foot. But even amidst adapting to this exponential increase in elevation, the boy isn’t fazed one bit, and in a matter of seconds he’s already reached step number two. Wow! In world record pace this fella’s already a fifth of the way there! He’ll be at the top in no time! “Hehehe!” Showing no signs of fear from the prospect of unprecedented heights, Pablo is nothing but pleased to keep the climb going as a wide smile forms on his face. Solely from surpassing the first step, the Pichu deems its sense of progression to be extremely satisfying, finding it so much fun to see himself get closer and closer to the top. And so, the journey continues with giggles of glee as Pablo approaches step number three. Left foot. Right foot. After approaching the third step, the playful Pokémon ups the ante and applies his active imagination, as if this high-adrenaline adventure isn’t already thrilling enough. In this quickly concocted mind space, the diaper-clad kid now depicts himself as a seasoned climber enduring strong blizzards and stormy skies, the staircase now the tallest of mountains to traverse. Left foot. Right foot. Pablo flawlessly makes his way to step number four, his conviction unwavering even in the face of fictitious freezing temperatures, his steel resolve unshaken in spite of the steep climb. Having waddled up so many steps so soon, a lot of tots would be pretty tired by then, but this supercharged kid doesn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon. Left foot. Right foot. POOOOMF!!! Oh, it turns out the tot needs a bit of a breather after all! But, with such amazing displays of strength, can you really blame him? Plopping his padded tush onto the soft steps, Pablo feels quite accomplished from this feat of climbing five stairs, realizing that even when they aren’t the set piece of his spur of the moment excursion, there’s still some fun to be had, especially with the view from this elevated vantage point; along with allowing him to get a good look at how far he’s climbed, at all the strides he’s making in motor coordination, such a view also allows him to see the very house he inhabits from a wider scope, providing a brand new field of vision for the baby boy. Although, as neat as all of that is, the most amazing part is how its height allows him to feel like a giant gazing at his tiny subjects, something he scarcely gets to relish in due to his small stature. To the Pichu who doesn’t know how perspective works, it’s like the living room is suddenly so much smaller while he stands on the steps, appreciating such occasions where everything else isn’t towering over his tiny body. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. But it’s not the time for breaks anymore, and with just those short moments of rest, Pablo is radically recharged. A rush of adrenaline now coursing through the kid’s body as he’s back in that made-up mountainous atmosphere, the Electric-type effortlessly ascends steps six and seven, not a single shred of doubt in his mind as he brings himself to brand new heights and braces the imaginative blizzard’s increased intensity. Even with three more steps separating him from the top, the Pichu believes he’s already got this in this bag, so confident in his coordination that he thinks the rest of this expedition will be easy peasy. Left foot. Right foot. With another potent showcase of physicality, Pablo makes it all the way to the eighth step, his strength still unwavering even as the increased elevation makes for much crueler conditions, his progress paired with a swelling sense of superiority. Left foot. Right foot. The peak of the mountain in plain sight, so close to being fully rewarded for the fruits of his efforts, the toddler then reaches the ninth step. Now only a few feet from the finish, the padded Pichu pauses to reflect on the eventful expedition, feeling so proud of himself for braving the elements of this volatile venture, feeling so accomplished over this feat tons of other tots would fail at trying. Truly, the journey is much more fulfilling than the destination, but now, it’s time for the climb to reach its conclusion. Left foo- BRAAAAAAAAP!!! However, as Pablo’s in the process of putting his first foot forward, it quickly comes back down once he boisterously breaks wind, now stopped by a squelchy symphony snapping him back to reality. So immersed in his imaginative atmosphere, the Pichu initially fails to pick up on such familiar sounds of flatulence, not noticing his body telling him of more important business to attend to. PFFFFFT! BRAAAAAAP!!! Once more flatulence follows suit, Pablo realizes the problem as he looks down at his diaper; his sights so set on climbing the big staircase, he had completely cast aside the bigger pressure in his bowels, passed up on the chance to pile his pampers with poopy. And yet, in a surprise twist of events, sharply deviating from the dictums of diaper-clad kids, Pablo insists on holding it in until traversing the tenth step, feeling like he should forgo filling his diapers until his journey is finished. PBLOOOORP!!! But as a solid abruptly dumps into his diaper, the boy’s bowels are quick to tell him he’s making a mistake, that there’s no sense in holding himself to any standard of “holding it in” when only older kids subscribe to such social norms. This sudden soiling saving the Electric-type from an egregious error, Pablo realizes his enhanced coordination is no excuse to cut himself off from the crinkly commonalities of kids like him, that it’s no reason to turn his back on the truisms of toddlers who poop their pants regardless of circumstance. His priorities back in their proper place as Pablo pops a squat on the penultimate step, his face scrunching up as he starts to push, on top of his climbing accomplishment being a testament to a toddler’s coordination capabilities, his dirty deed will be a prideful declaration of their diaper dependence. “Mmmmmmph!” BRAAAAAAAAAP!!! PBLOOOOOOORMPH!!! After letting out another loud bout of flatulence, as if to prelude his dumpy deposit with the sounds of foul smelling fanfare, Pablo’s diaper swiftly slumps onto the floor while he fills it up with more mounds of mess, dropping a large load that’d make any little kid proud to be in pampers. As the Pichu’s satisfied sigh of relief proceeds a wave of relaxation washing over his body, Pablo realizes he’s made the right choice, that it feels so good to be able to purge himself of any bodily pressures regardless of time and place. His smile widens as he looks at the liberally loaded diaper between his legs, realizing that on top of being a smelly showcase of solidarity, his packed pampers can show he’s got highly coveted coordination. Left foot. Right foot. Even as his dirty diaper drags along the floor, even with the pounds of poo poo in Pablo’s pants, the kid climbs the last stair without a sweat, proving that contrary to the claims of particular potty training programs, full diapers aren’t as burdensome as they’re made out to be. “Hehehe! Yay yay yay!” Exhilarated by this extraordinary achievement, Pablo cheerfully gives himself a resounding round of applause, and if anyone else had seen such a spectacular feat, they’d be clapping too. However, as the hype dies down, he realizes his legs are actually a little tired from those ten steps, and while not often one to sit still, the Electric-type makes an exception for this event. SMOOOOOOOSH!!! Plopping onto his padded tush, to Pablo, his thoroughly filled diaper is like a throne, and who wouldn’t feel like a king after such a climbing accomplishment? Content to take in the view from the top, satisfied to sit around until his parents pick up on the unpleasant stench, Pablo is all smiles after another splendid adventure. To the waddling toddlers of the world, everything is sublime, even a simple staircase climb.