Podkayne

"I’m not checking the navigation, you little monster," Podkayne replied, though her voice lacked any real bite. "I’m looking at the stars. I am going to command a ship like this one day, Clark. A real exploration cruiser. Not just a luxury liner filled with tourists who think Martians are practically savages."

Podkayne whipped around, her red hair catching the harsh glare of the dome's artificial lights. "Babies need individual attention, Clark! Just because you were born with a block of ice where your heart should be doesn't mean the rest of the galaxy is like that." podkayne

Clark made a noise that was halfway between a grunt and a sniff. "To do that, you'll need to master third-order differential equations, Poddy. Last night, you spent two hours trying to explain to the nursery attendant why babies shouldn't be kept in centralized crèches." "I’m not checking the navigation, you little monster,"

Classic Sci-Fi Review: Podkayne of Mars by Robert A. Heinlein A real exploration cruiser