My Three-Year-Old is a Barbarian and Other Parenting Problems. Misfits of Carnt, #1

Parenting is hard. Parenting when your toddler is a muscle-bound barbarian in a death-filled fantasy realm is somehow worse. Teaching assistant Petra thought Saturday detention meant supervising a few sulky teenagers smelling like someone else's gym socks. She did not expect a rogue moon mage to ruin everyone's morning by flinging her three-year-old's consciousness into the body of a hulking barbarian and shrinking her into a halfling.
Now Petra's pack of delinquents are stuck as clerics, fire mages, and reluctant heroes, questing through a world absolutely teeming with pissed-off warriors, murderous ogres, pompous vampires, and a necromancer with a very personal grudge. The undead? Manageable. The angry giants? Survivable. Convincing a toddler-brained barbarian that his battle axe is not a toy, that undead are not for hugging, and that yes, he absolutely must use the potty?That's the real final boss.
My Three-Year-Old is a Barbarian is a madcap comedic fantasy adventure that smashes an 80s teen drama into fantasy tropes and asks: what if the most dangerous thing in a deadly magical realm was a three-year-old with a weapon?Grab your party. Mind the toddler. Try not to die.