She was like a beehive on steroids, Jamie thought, or a rocket two seconds from launching and he almost made himself laugh. He deposited the luggage by the couch, wondering about the tiny human-shaped being and how she'd ended up in their care until his thoughts were disrupted by Izzy's protest.
"You are now." "NO! YOU YOU YOU CAN'T LIE TO ME!" "I'm not lying. You are tired." "NO!" "Yes."
That earned him a wide-eyed stare. "How would you know? You're not me, daddy!"
"No, but your mother says it's time for a nap which means you must be tired or else she wouldn't claim it, would she?"
Silence settled and stretched and Jamie was sure if he concentrated hard enough he could see all the tiny wheels in his daughter's head turn on full speed.