So that's what he had in his pants!

GL asked to play outside. MB said, "Okay, wear a coat and stay in the yard."
A few minutes later, I went out to check on him. He was holding the waistband of his sweatpants as high as he could, and it was stretching to unbelievable dimensions. Something, somewhere was weighing them down. I asked, "What's wrong with your pants?" He said, "I've got a baseball!" He pulled on the elastic cuff around the ankle, and out rolled a softball.