Won't lie, -no reason to- I've always been a sucker for kids. Lil' buggers always got me ol' dark heart beating again.
Funny thing, I could imagine it withered and dry, just like the grinch's heart, then suddenly it would start bumping again everytime a chibi gave me the puppy eyes, me unable to stop from transforming into a stupid puddle of goo ready to do anything to please the diabetically sweet kid(s).
So, the reason I'm writing this? Well, my sweet, sweet grandchild Boruto (more of a hassle than his father was) somehow convinced lil' Himawari, and his father, to pull the very same trick that made him my grandchild so many, many years ago. (Naruto was cute, more than Himawari, when he was 3)
When my -adoptive- son, and his two kids, entered my office demanding me to write a book about my -and Naruto's, because, like I said, kids are my weakness and I couldn't just leave the poor kid/potential weapon of mass destruction alone, and being around him was almost all I did since I arrived here- life… well, I couldn't resist the triple dose of pouts and big, watery eyes.
How a 30-and-something year old could pull the same effect of a pair of kids is beyond me, and I raised the guy.
So, yeah…