get your mit, we're playing catch, dammit

Pyrrhic watched as his son lit up and, unable to resist, he grinned back at the boy. Asmodeus' precious mirth was contagious. It was yet more proof that he had the best son. He could practically see the wheels turning in the boy's mind as he considered his options. Had he given him too many options? It was probably a little late to really calculate his odds on spending his day digging for - and pretending to eat - worms. He thought his kids were past that stage but how certain of that was he really? Not certain enough.

The wheels turned and turned, and as each second passed Pyrrhic became more and more convinced it was going to be an interesting day. He would stick to whatever his son wanted because he'd said he would, but if he had to direct him onto less um, shall we say, stereotypical little boy games he would do his best, but if it was bug catching or throwing rocks at monkeys, welp, sign him up.

Finally Asmodeus seemed to settle on something. He stretched up for Pyrrhic's ear so naturally Pyrrhic leaned down just a little. The answer almost made Pyrrhic laugh out loud. Excellent. He allowed himself a low, breathy chuckle before whispering back, "You betcha. Should we plan outside?"