"Newton! Get back here!" Hermann called, quickly walking after the currently naked man sprinting down the upstairs hallway with a gleeful smile.
"Catch me, Papa!" Newt squealed, turning and running into Hermann's office with a giggle.
Hermann sighed. "Baby, Papa can't keep up with you!" he said, entering the room with an exhausted look on his face. "Now, come on; The bath is ready."
"But Papaaaaa," Newt pouted, sitting on the floor. "I wanna pway!"
"I know," Hermann said, trying not to cringe at Newt's bare bottom touching the carpet. "But that can wait until tomorrow. We've got to get you washed, and then it's time for bed."
Newt let out a long, low whining noise, flopping onto his back as he kicked his feet in the air.
"Newton, stop it," Hermann said sternly.
Frowning, Newt got to his feet again, crossing his arms. "Okaaay..."
"There's a good boy," Hermann said in a softer tone. "Now, if you behave yourself, Papa might just read you two bedtime stories tonight."