"Why would I get mad?" Gabriel asked, his voice equally as soft as he looked down at Noah, reaching down and scooping Noah up, carrying him the few feet that it took to plop him down into a chair at the table. Even if he knew that Noah was more than big enough to do these things himself, there was so comfort in just being ridiculous and playful about it like there wasn't anything else to be worried about in the world. "It was just an accident, champ. Things like that happen to everyone," He said. "Ever heard the expression don't cry over split milk? It's the same principle. If something's already happened that you can't do anything to change, there's no point in getting upset about it. Fix it and move on," Gabriel said before turning his attention back towards the waffle iron.
"And I think they're done," He said by way of ending that little speech. It was a good way to punctuate it. Life lessons should end in food more often.