"I bet," she replied quietly. Abi was about to ask him what exactly had happened to the island when she felt a tugging on her leg. Charlie, in slightly askew pyjamas, was holding up a book with one hand while pulling on her jeans with the other.
"You said story Mama!" he pouted, looking up at her. "You read me."
Picking him up, she pulled back the covers of his bed and slipped him inside, "You need to be a good boy for other people, Charlie. Remember what we said respect was?"
He nodded and laid the book in his lap, "Spect is been nice beeecauuuusseee..." he thought and picked at his nail, "Nice makes nice people."