Gabriel grinned down at Noah, reaching out and ruffling his hair affectionately, "It's all right, buddy. No need to apologize for being excited," He said, chuckling before crossing over the fridge to get out the eggs. "How about I put everything together, and you can stir it?" He suggested. It seemed the simplest solution. Stirring was pretty much the most important part in any kid's eyes, and Gabriel knew that if worst came to worst, he could make sure that the bowl didn't go rocketing across the counter and toppling to the floor if Noah's stirring got a little too vigorous or his grip got a little to lax. "That way, you've done a big job, and there's no need to get near the stove."
Because that was what Daddy's were for. Apparently. It was nice, finding these things out that he hadn't really known before.