If I had a hammer

On my list of things to do is to sit down and sort through all the tools. We have moved twice since arriving here and the tools are spread everywhere. I want everything in one place, cleaned and in working order. I was outside with the boys and decided while I was sitting there I could start by going through one of the tool caddy's. I brought it up from the basement and took it out to the swing to sort through it. Lo and behold there was a hammer in it and M took an immediate shine to it. We have purchased all kinds of "toy" tools for him in his short life but he is not attracted to anything unless it is the "real" deal. I figured he might as well use the hammer since I was sitting right there supervising and we have a wooden "table" constructed of pallets that he could pound nails into. Well the boy has died and gone to heaven. He LOVES the hammer. Last night he was outside hammering again and I called him to come in and eat. He told me that supper was yuck and that he wanted to hammer. He knows what he likes!