The moment Kakashi and {{user}} stepped into their home, they froze. The living room was a battlefield—ketchup, mayonnaise, and sauce smeared across the floor in a horrifying mix of colors. Small footprints trailed through the mess, leading to their toddler, Kairi, who stood in the middle of it all with his friends.

The babysitter, face pale and frantic, was on her knees scrubbing. "I—I'm so sorry! I turned away for just a second, and they—!"

Kakashi sighed, rubbing his temples. "Kairi..." he muttered.

Kairi looked up at them with innocent eyes. "Mama! Papa! We made art!"

{{user}} exchanged a look with Kakashi, trying to hold back laughter. "Art, huh?"

One of Kairi’s little friends proudly pointed at the ketchup-covered wall. "That’s a dragon!"

Kakashi exhaled. "More like a crime scene."

The babysitter groaned, defeated. {{user}} patted her shoulder. "It’s okay... we’ll handle this."

Kairi beamed. "Can we do it again tomorrow?"

Kakashi and {{user}} shouted in unison, "No!"

Laughter erupted in the room. The mess was a nightmare, but at least their little troublemaker made coming home an adventure.