Noah blinked, temporary confusion filling his face before he shook it away and gave a low grunt of frustration. Almost immediately he shook Gabriel again.
"C'mon, dad!" he insisted. "I'm hungry, and we need to see Uncle Peter, and I really want to meet Uncle Nathan, and you promised we could go get some toys and books and stuff for me to do!" Another shake of Gabriel's shoulder and the little boy huffed in obvious irritation.
A heartbeat passed before his expression perked up once more and he opted to try for a different route. "I could always just play with your stuff," he offered. "I can prob'ly make some cereal, too..."
If the threat of having Noah set loose in the kitchen, as well as the rest of the apartment, wasn't enough to rouse his father, the boy wasn't sure what would short of a cold bucket of water dumped on his head. And the last time he did that to someone, his dad wasn't very happy with him so he really didn't want to do it again anytime soon.