The Morning Number Block

I reached out both stubby arms toward a chunky wooden calendar block resting in its neat little timber tray. Poyo! The white cube had bold black numbers painted on each face, tilted slightly on its edge. Leaning my round tummy right into the flat surface, I gave it a hearty shove. Thump-clack! The block flipped cleanly over on the polished desk, settling firmly beside a second cube with a tidy click. Now a crisp '2' and '7' sat shoulder to shoulder in the tray! I hopped on my red feet and gave the top of the block an approving pat, marveling at how smoothly the wood tumbled under my push.