"Stacking them differently would be cheating," he said as he scrunched his face. It probably wouldn't be, but in his mind, he could do it the way they were. He hadn't thought of putting them differently at all. All his strategical efforts were focused on where he hit the wall, and how fast he hit the wall, and how much of the wall he hit when he hit the wall. Mostly, the important part was just hitting the wall in general.
"I knooooow that part," he said when his dad told him to rebuild the wall. He did know that, because he'd done it again and again. That's when it dawned on him that his dad was here. It was probably because he'd made too much noise. His door had been open and he'd been cackling and clattering and he looked a little sad at the thought. His dad was the best of sleepers and snugglers and he'd interrupted his rest.
"Did I wake you up?" He pouted as his dad seemed to be okay with it. He was always happy to have his father around, but he'd always tried his best not to disturb him, even if he did have a tendency to sleep on his head. He picked up a few pieces in his hands, attempting to hold them in the basket of his arms and moved back toward the wall. He wasn't opposed to help, but he'd apologize if he'd done something wrong!