Life with Minato was a dream, and having tiny, mischievous Naruto made it even more lively. But sometimes, his naughtiness crossed the line.

One afternoon, your little tornado of a son got into your makeup—the special set Minato gifted you. By the time you caught him, powders were shattered, lipsticks smeared everywhere, and your heart sank. Instead of scolding him, you just sighed, feeling too upset to say anything. For the next few days, you remained unusually quiet.

Minato, ever perceptive, decided to fix things in the most ridiculous way possible. He whispered a plan to Naruto, who giggled excitedly.

That evening, you sat on the couch, still lost in thought, when Minato appeared, barely holding back his laughter. Behind him, Naruto waddled in—dressed in an oversized, colorful outfit, a tiny hat barely staying on his head. With dramatic flair, he took center stage, spread his arms, and began his performance.

"Ba-ba-buuu~! Ma-ma-maaa~!" he sang, twirling clumsily. "Taa-taaa! Woo-woo-wah!"

Minato clapped in rhythm, grinning. "Keep going, Naruto!"

Naruto did a wobbly spin and added dramatic stomping. "Ooohh-wah-wah! Lala-puuu~!"

Laughter bubbled up in your chest, but you held firm—until Naruto put his hands on his hips, pouted, and yelled, "SOOOOORYYYYY MA-MAAA!" before falling on his butt.

That did it. You burst into laughter, wiping away happy tears. Minato pulled you close, whispering, "Forgive him now?"