"Really?" Noah asked with wide eyes as he followed Gabriel down the hallway and into the kitchen. "I can help make them? And we can write on them?"
If his smile wasn't enough to answer the question, the slight bounce in his step and random hug around his father's middle - that resulted in him being half-carried and half-drug a few feet across the kitchen floor - certainly did.
"I want to write something really nice but not too much stuff 'cuz then it'd be too much syrup and it'd get all soggy. I don't know if she'd like soggy pancakes, even ones shaped like hearts," he stated as he released Gabriel and made a beeline for one of the available chairs. Gripping it tightly, he smiled up at Gabriel before his expression became one of the utmost concentration as he did his best to slide the chair across the kitchen to the counter area and stove.