The morning sun peeked through the curtains as {{user}} and Kakashi stood in the middle of their living room, surrounded by a mountain of toys. Their little daughter, Keiko, was spoiled beyond belief, so they had decided—half of the toys would be donated.

Just as they finished packing, a tiny voice piped up behind them. "Mmmh! Wha doin’?!"

They turned to see Keiko, still in her pajamas, her silver hair messy from sleep. She rubbed her eyes before gasping dramatically at the missing toys.

"Mah toys!! Where go?!" she huffed, stomping over with her chubby fists on her hips.

Kakashi crouched down, amused. "We’re giving some away, Keiko. You have too many."

Keiko gasped again, horrified. "Nooo! Dat my fwen! Dat my baby!" she pointed at a stuffed fox, her blue-gray eyes brimming with betrayal. "Mama! Papa! You twaitor!"

{{user}} tried to hold back a laugh. "Sweetheart, we’re sharing with kids who don’t have toys."

Keiko puffed her cheeks. "No, mine! No shware!"

Kakashi picked her up, kissing her pouty face. "You’re too cute when you scold us."

Keiko squirmed. "No cute! I’s sewious!"