"Really, couldn't think of a different target, huh?" he joked with Charlie, clearly not mad. Ernest had to laugh; he knew Charlie could do this all day long if he was allowed.
"Okay, how about once more..." Ernest took a couple of steps back from him, not making it deliberately easy for a toddler. "Go on," he told him. Charlie bounced again, squinting and concentrating on the moved target, and after a matter of seconds hit the same spot again.