WHEN, tell me when it ‘s not a good time to play???

Is there such a time????

I don’t think so. No. Absolutely not.

If it’s not robots, it’s jump rope. Or chess. Or playing on the dock, in the sand, in the water, on paper, on the checker board, on crokinole board, in the kayak, in the grocery store, at the ice cream shop.

How about the dreary meetings and those phone calls. The stuff that needs doing.
What about it? What about? Wha-a-a-t? (Did I hear something? I don’t think so…)

It’s summer. And it’s never going to end because…

It’s always going to be time to play.

Always.