"Why, indeed," he can't help but tease, the smirk on his face giving him away.

He stands next to him, overseeing everything, and once the eggs are right where they should be, he sprinkles the cheese on and pops the skillet into the oven.

"And now for our pancakes."

Once the griddle pan is hot, Robert pours the batter on, and while they're cooking, smiles at his son.

"I do this because I happen to enjoy my son's company."