Lief had had a really difficult time getting Annette dressed, being the little diva that she was. It was odd how she was quite the perfect little angel for Daisy, but became quite difficult when her father was alone with her. He of course loved his little princess, but she sure gave him a handful to work with.
Having gotten her dressed in a blue shirt and jeans, Lief carried her down the stairs, a smirk blatant on her face as she wrapped her arms about his neck, her little curls bouncing. She could not talk yet; but he had a feeling that she was going to be the quiet one. The schemer, no less.
"Good morning, everyone," he greeted, noting the small company at the table, "Has everyone already had breakfast?" He raised his eyebrows at the kitchen table; there was quite a mess of oatmeal, and he noted the water spots on the floor. "Is everything all right, honey?" he asked of Daisy, a bit worried as he placed Annette in her high chair.