"You do huh?" Enola looked down into the wide pleading eyes of her daughter. The helpless cuteness that was supposed to be a survival tactic was on display here.
"YEAH! I DO! I REALLY REALLY REALLY DO!" The little girl clutched at her mother's leg. This had to work! It would work!
"In that case..."
Izzy started to grin. Success! Except, no, why was mommy picking her up? The chaos child put two and two together too late and started to wail when she found herself in a hug that included way too many kisses. Not fair! Not fair at all!
"NOOOOO! LEMME GO! DADDY HELP!"
Enola gave up on holding back her laughter and the more Izzy struggled the harder she laughed. She let go when Izzy's face turned beat red and it looked like steam was ready to come out of her ears.
"I HATE YOU BOTH!" Izzy scowled, picking herself off the floor and storming off. She was going to have to bathe again.
"No, I don't think she does." And that was a good thing given half the words that made up Izzy's vocabulary. "She repeats words she likes the sound of."
Enola paused, smirked and finished her coffee. "Hooker is the current favorite. It was frakker before that and sometimes it's psycho bitch."