Temari was pretty sure her little
brother was stupid. "Eat the food," she said, shoving the
spoon at his mouth. "Wanna see," he whined, getting
it smeared all over his face. Their tiniest brother, the one their
dad called "Gaara," was tearing up the playroom again.
Those were Temari's paper fans in there. All Kankurou had was some
stupid toy dolls. Temari was being a good big sister. She was feeding
her little brother and being self-sacr . . . sarci . . . she was a
good big sister. So he needed to eat his food now so she could go in
and rescue the remains later. "Don't be a baby," she
said, holding him down and forcing the mashed food into his face,
ignoring his choked sounds and whining cries.
"And that," Kankurou told Shikamaru seriously, "Is why you can never have children."