Not time...

• On Tuesday Hunter was playing with his Lincoln logs. He was taking them out of the box they are stored in and just piling them up on the floor. He said he was making a junk yard. Then he asked me to help him. I asked what he wanted me to do, he told me just take some out and put them on the pile. So I took one out and thought I would have a little fun, so I poked him in the behind with the stick. He looked at me with all seriousness and told me "It is not time to play." Well! I was interested to see what he would do if I kept poking him. So I poked him again. He looked at me again and told me "stop, it's not time to have fun!" I guess building a junk yard is serious work!