"She's curious." It was a characteristic shared by all science deities. A natural inclination that lead to their own growth and advancement in mortal minds. This was something Enola understood, accepted to a limited degree when it came to Izzy. Exploring was fine - under her or Jamie's watchful gaze.
"It's not like..." Closing the room door behind them Enola turned and found the little chaotic bundle of energy clinging to her legs. The random displays of affection Izzy was prone to never failed to catch her off guard.
Brushing a few strands of hair from her daughter's face Enola smiled.
"You've been up and making demands since 4 a.m. it's nap time, young miss."