A muffled squeal as he was carried to the table, and Noah beamed up at his father as he spoke. He nodded his understanding even as his brow furrowed a bit in mild confusion. "Who cries over milk? That's just stupid," he stated with a shake of his head before smiling broadly again.
"Yay!" he cheered, wiggling a bit in the chair to show his excitement. "Remember, butter on the side and extra syrup!" He paused for a second before adding, almost as an afterthought, "Please."
Quickly following that, he tacked on, "And after this we get to go get toys, right? And maybe see Uncle Peter?" It was his own way of re-directing his thoughts back on where they'd been before the accident. It was also his not-so-subtly way of trying to remind his father that he really did want to see his uncle. He needed to see with his own two eyes that he was okay and hadn't been hurt by the bad people either.