"I don't think anyone has thought that far," Lee said. "I think we should have breakfast, get an official report from upstairs and then perhaps re-examine it."
Lee saw Robert appeared to be struggling a bit in getting his eyes open this morning. He knew that feeling well. He was guessing that perhaps Robert hadn't slept well in some time and he had apparently slept soundly the night before. It always caused some drag the next morning.
"How about I get you some coffee, my friend?" Lee offered Robert. Robert looked like he was going to need something just a bit stronger to get started. Robert nodded. Lee got up and headed to the kitchen.
"Papa," Abbey called him. "Come fix my toast?" Robert cracked a half smile.
"Fix her toast?" Lee asked. Robert nodded. He got up and went into the dining room. He went up behind her chair and planted a little kiss on her cheek.
"My toast is wrong," she told him, pointing to it. He looked at it and nodded, understanding her. He cut the crusts off her piece of toast for her and accio'd the cinnamon sugar and sprinkled it on her toast. She still didn't touch it, and she looked up at him, just waiting. He frowned. "You need to cut it, Papa. You forgetted to cut it." He realized he had indeed forgotten to cut it for her. He cut it from corner to corner twice, making for triangles for her. She picked up a piece and began eating it, much happier now.
Lee had taken note of the 'proper' way to fix her toast.
"You didn't complain about the toast yesterday," Lee said to her.
"You had donuts," she said. "No toast."
"Do not tell her mother you gave her donuts," Angus said, bringing in a fresh pitcher of orange juice.
"Mama no give me donuts for breakfast," Abbey grinned at Lee, pleased to get away with it.
"We just wont tell her," Lee said to her.
"She be mad. She take your teddy for being bad," Abbey nodded. Lee just laughed.
"She can't take my teddy if I don't tell her," he said.
"That more bad," Abbey said. "Mama know if you say bad stories. She no give you candy anymore if you do that."
"She sounds like she's a good mom," Lee said. "Like she loves you very much." Abbey nodded, picking out the newly added berries from her fruit salad and eating them with her fingers. Robert put her spoon in her hand. He knew her behaviors were just a little off because she had been so badly frightened. It was completely normal for a three year old's behaviors to not quite be perfect after being traumatized. He could see she was trying, though.