Ring Toss

The carnival... it was overwhelming. There was so much going on. Ivy couldn't really make asses or elbows of it, but he was happy to come along for the ride. Er, for the walk. And it was nice spending time with dad, especially because they'd been doing so much with pops lately. He was doing his best to look confident in spite of all of the noise and activity, but some things were easier said than done. A game of skill-- he had skills. He had skills and he could be the best at using them too! With a glance shot at Jupiter, and then back at the coydog, Ivy raced to give it a shot for himself. Tail wagging, the child lifted one of the rings. Okay, right, he could do this. Of course he could! Lining himself up to one of the stakes set into the ground, he gave it a toss. It was pretty satisfying, actually. Ivy grinned to himself as he watched it fly through the air, at least in the right direction. Would he score, though? He had to... right? Yeah, he had to. If he missed, well, Ivy could hope that dad wouldn't see it.

"Ivy"