Noah nodded his understanding. His focus was on the bowl as he wrapped his tiny hands around the bowl as best he could. His brow was furrowed, lips pursed in concentration, until he at long last flashed Gabriel a grin. "I think I've got it," he assured him before turning with the bowl, toward the griddle.
He stared down at the device for a second before he slowly began to tip the bowl forward. With soft plops that became near instant sizzles, the batter began to flow slowly out of the bowl and into its destination. Noah was smiling broadly as he finished, straightening the bowl out and glancing sideways at his father.
"I did it!" he exclaimed, clearly pleased with himself. Unfortunately, with his attention elsewhere the bowl began to slip from his grasp. Noah gasped and tried to straighten it. He succeeded, but also managed to brush his knuckles and the top of one hand across the griddle in the process. It took a second for the burn to register, but when it did he let out a shriek.