Dolph usually slept from nine o' clock until around eight or eight thirty, so Albert raised an eyebrow at his tot when he walked in at six forty-five that morning. Albert could suppress the grin that spread across his face, when his son came in, his hair standing up in some places. He rubbed his half open eyes gently.
"Did you sleep well?" the cyborg asked, putting his book down and getting up to squat at his son's level. Picking the little boy up, he let him lay on his shoulder while he got out the kiddy seat and placed it in the chair. Once he had Dolph in the chair, he turned, watching the little boy lay his head on the table from the corner of his eye. He began making a little sandwich for the boy, cutting it neatly in a diagonal angle.
"I had a bad dream," the three year old told him softly, looking up as a grumbling Jet came in. It was a reunion, so the other cyborgs were over to see each other, bringing the kids with them. It was natural to have nightmares, then; the kids did not remember each other or their "aunt" and "uncles."
"You had a bad dream?" Albert asked, glancing at his "brother" as he sat and setting the plates in front of his son. He got a small glass pouring milk in it, noting that Jet was now watching them with a halfway bored expression.
"Yeah," his baby told him, taking a tiny bite of his sandwich.
He sat back down in his seat, picking up his book again without much interest. He tended to listen and watch the children more than read when they were in his sites. "And what was your dream about?"
Dolph put down his sandwich, poking his fingers into the soft bread to leave indents. "I dreamed I was Black Ghost…"
He had both men's attention now. They had never told him about Black Ghost. At least, not yet; he and the other children were just way too young to understand just yet. "Oh?" That was all Albert could manage for a long moment as he watched his tot nod. "And what happened?" he asked finally.
Dolph blushed, looking down at his dented sandwich, playing with it some more. It took a long moment before he finally said, "You stole my sandwiches…" he said sadly, a look on his face that said he had really wanted them.
Albert and Jet stared at him a long moment before both started laughing lightly. Of course, Albert hid behind his book, and Jet tried to act like he was yawning.
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, an' I wanted them all, too! I was gonna take mommy to a picknick," he said, shaking his head sadly. "But you eated them…"
Jet finally let himself chuckle. "And you're daddy would probably eat all of them! He wouldn't let little boys like you have any," he teased.
Dolph looked at him, startled. After a moment, he started to wail. Albert was up immediately, lifting the child into his arms and trying to calm him down.
"Oh, that's not true," he was saying. "Mean old Uncle Jet!"