Enola smirked. "Smart-ass, I meant to say smart-ass."
Loud, demanding, spoiled and disruptive. That was Izzy. She took her parents lists and schedules and turned them upside down and inside out. Rules were a challenge often met head on. She was everything her parents weren't. She was also a perfect combination of the two often displaying their best and worst traits.
"No you don't and you're only prolonging the inevitable."
"No!"
Izzy's protest was feeble and her struggles weaker. Being in her father's arms always had a calming effect, one she was still hard pressed to fight. She settled on resting her head on his shoulder while glaring at her mother.