Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or the 1001 Things It Means to be a Dad. I am pretty sure I own Playkunoichi but who knows?
Being a dad means letting your wife teach you child care. One, it comes naturally to her, and, two, she's read all the books. You've read Sports Illustrated
Contrary to popular belief, Kiba read. Sure it wasn't often or a lot but when needed to Kiba could read a book. The wonderful medic-nins of Konohana took advantage of this and gave Kiba what needed to be every child care book published for free. Kiba not one to back down from a challenge or to bring harm to his unborn children agreed to read every single one.
But that meant that someone had to read the magazines that he read with a passion and for fun for him. Shikamaru was assigned that task. Unlike Kiba, Shikamaru could and wanted to back down from reading Sports Illustrated and Playkunoichi. For a eight whole months Shikamaru could name every single minute fact about whoever the centerfold was and who was the best baseball team. Iruka-sensei never taught you that now did he?
"Shikamaru do you want to try swaddling Kiyoshi while I take care of Vivi?" Kiba asked standing in front of Vivi's changing table.
"Sure," Shikamaru grabbed a blue blanket decorated with dogs and deer and began to wrap Kiyoshi in it.
Kiba looked over. "No, you're doing it wrong. You're wrapping him not swaddling. With swaddling you want to make sure he looks like a little maki roll." Kiba began to take over and Shikamaru nodded from the background.
The centerfold for August was 5'8, liked udon...