Gabriel had known that this was going to be hard, that getting used to being a father was going to take some time, but all of these little things that he was supposed to know were not something that he had anticipated. Suddenly something as simple as making breakfast had become confusing. No butter in the holes? But all waffles had were holes. Did that mean no butter? Wouldn't he have said no butter if that was what he meant?
Gabriel sighed, raking a hand through his hair in exasperation as he pushed himself to his feet. Perhaps he'd just leave out the stick of butter. That way, it would be there, and Noah could do with it as he pleased. That seemed the best course of action, or at least, the most logical.
Pulling open the door to the fridge, Gabriel pulled out the eggs, milk, and butter before turning back to the cabinets to route out the other ingredients that he needed. Few normal people actually bought things like baking powder anymore, but it was probably a good thing that Gabriel was far from normal.