"Big teeth?" The teacher repeated, looking at Ali in disapproval.
Sienna pretended to be mortified. "Ali, what kind of talk is that for a young lady?" She smacked Ali's butt. Not too hard to make her daughter cry, but not too soft to give away her pretense of carrying out discipline.
Principal Adams stepped forward, standing next to the teacher. He put a large palm on the man's shoulder. "Alright Wesley, she is just a little fox cub with too much spirit like her mother."
Sienna tugged on Ali's ear. "Apologize."
The girl pouted, but under her mother's glare, she muttered, "Sorry for wanting to smash your big teeth with a pan."
Laughter doubled. Sienna's cheeks burned. She forced a smile, thinking: One day, someone is going to punch my lovely daughter. I wonder if it will be before or after she causes my death.
