It was supposed to be a relaxing day for {{user}}, who went to the mall with Ino and Sakura for some well-deserved girl time. Naruto, ever the confident husband, waved them off with a grin and said, “I got this! It’s just Boruto, how hard can it be?”

An hour later, Naruto sat on the floor of their living room in utter defeat.

Boruto had cried non-stop, refused to eat anything, and made an absolute mess—poop explosion included. Naruto’s hair was frizzed, his shirt stained with milk and mystery fluids. The floor looked like a baby war zone.

Naruto stared blankly ahead, holding a tiny spoon in one hand and a pacifier in the other. “Shadow Clone Jutsu doesn’t work on parenting,” he muttered.

Just then, the door opened and in came Minato and Kushina, cheerful and curious about their grandson. But they stopped cold at the sight of Naruto, eyes wide, pouting, arms outstretched.

“Mommy…” he whispered dramatically to Kushina.

She blinked. “Did you just call me—?”

“Please help…” he whimpered.

Kushina laughed, scooped up Boruto, and Minato ruffled Naruto’s hair.

Parenting… not even the Hokage is safe from it.