Page 55 of Learning Little Lizzie

“Yeah, too bad nobody told me it was okay to have limits and stuff. A real shame nobody like that exists.”

“You’re such a brat. I hope your Daddy uses that brush on your butt later.”

“Shut up, Kylie!”

Behind her, Daddy cleared his throat. “I think Kylie might have the right idea.”

“Daddy,” she whined, twisting around to pout up at him. “I don’t need a spankin’!”

“Agree to disagree, little one.”

“Rude.”

“Someone is being very rude right now, and it’s not me. Apologize to Kylie. Polite Little girls don’t tell their friends to shut up.”

“Sorry, Ky,” Eliza mumbled.

“It’s okay.” Looking rather sheepish, Kylie giggled. “I kinda deserved it.”

“See, Daddy! I wasn’t being rude, Kylie was being a?—”

“I would stop right there little girl before I decide you need this brush applied to your bottom before Dr. Denten arrives.”

“Dr. Denten?” On the screen, Kylie’s brows drew together with worry. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. Daddy just wants me to talk to her for some reason. I dunno.” And she was trying not to stress about it because it made her tummy feel weird if she thought about it too much.

Kylie sighed. “I can’t believe you got a Daddy and I still don’t have one.”

“Aw, don’t be sad, Ky. Your perfect Daddy is probably on his way to Rawhide right now.”

“Maybe.” Kylie’s smile was forced, and Eliza found herself wishing she could give her bestie a big hug. “Anyway, I have homework. Talk to you later?”

“Wait!” Twisting around again, she sent her Daddy her most wide-eyed puppy dog face. “Daddy can Kylie come spend the night this weekend? Please?”

“I don’t see why not, if she wants to.”

“Really?” Now Kylie’s smile was so bright it nearly made Eliza squint, which was the Kylie she was used to seeing. “I would love that, um, Professor Eaton. Do I call you Professor Eaton when we’re not in class?”

“We’ll have to work out what you can call me when you’re here,” Daddy said with a laugh. “Why don’t you meet Lizzie in the library Friday afternoon after class and you can come home with us for the weekend. We’ll order pizza and you girls can have a proper sleepover.”

“Okay! Oh, I can’t wait! See you at breakfast, El!”

“Bye, Ky!”

The screen went black and Eliza tilted her head back to grin up at her Daddy. “Thank you. I think Kylie misses me.”

“Mmhmm.” Leaning down, he dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I think Kylie isn’t the only one missing her friend.”

“Aw, Daddy. Maybe you should have your friend over for a sleepover, too.”

“Brat,” he said with a laugh, giving her hair a tug. “Now stop moving around so much so Daddy can finish your braids.”

Her Daddy, as it turned out, was a magician with hair. By the time he finished, she had two perfect French braids running down each side of her head.

“Oh, I love it! Can you braid my hair for school every day?”

“I would love to, if a certain Little girl can get her bottom out of bed on time,” he teased.

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