Khaat had been listening to this all this time, and she asked Brian to levitate a peach. He did, and Khaat said, "Abbey, what is that?"
"Flying," she smiled, nodding.
"Yes, Its flying, but what fruit?" Khaat asked.
"Peach. Mama's peach."
"Right." She looked at Brian and asked him to levitate an orange to Abbey. Brian did . "Abbey," Khaat said. "Smell that. Does it smell the same as peach?" Abbey plucked the orange out of the air and smelled it and shook her head. It was different than the peach. "Does it taste like peach?" Khaat asked. Abbey shook her head again. "So," Khaat said. "Because its not the same as peach, let's give it a new name. One you can say for now."
"Peach," Abbey insisted.
"No, different from peach," Khaat said. "Its not a peach."
"Ball?" Abbey asked.
"Well, it looks like a ball, doesn't it?" Khaat asked Abbey nodded. "But it tastes like OJ, doesn't it?" Abbey thought a minute and nodded a bit more unsure. "So lets just call it O. What do you say?"
"O?" Abbey asked.
"That works," Robert said.
"That's right. Let's just call it an O for now. You can say that word."
"O," Abbey tested it.
"Show me an O from your bowl," Khaat said. Abbey thought a long moment and reached for the peach slice but then at the last minute, she rethought it and picked up an orange slice.
"That's my girl," Khaat said. "Good job. That's right. That's an O." The moment of triumph ended then immediately as Abbey's focus went to a donut hole on the platter.
"Cake, Papa," she asked. Robert flicked his index finger and a donut hole rolled off the platter over to her.
"MINE!" she squealed with delight, snatching it.
"Well, she knows that word," Robert laughed.
"Yeah, she got that word almost as soon as she was born, I think," Brian laughed.