A while ago my mom told me about a book called, “You can’t say you can’t play” which I confess I never got around to getting much less reading.
And yet…the idea of it was fantastic enough in some respects. I love this idea. Everyone gets to play when they come to my house (yes, adults are expected to have fun nicely too.)
Since my kids are homeschooled they spend A LOT of time together with me as referee. Of course, they get down time, alone time, whatever but for the most part the rule at my house is such that if someone says, “Can I play too?” the answer is “yes.”
In fact, if I don’t hear “yes” fast enough I will bellow out, “What’s the rule, guys?” and they will answer with well rehearsed, “everyone gets to play.”
Maybe some of you will think that’s controlling and unrealistic on my part. That’s ok with me. If it is then I’ll learn my lesson at some point but in the meantime I just think that for most of our lives we will get the bitter reality of “no.” At my house, at least, you will not suffer that. Yes, they’ll get it somewhere…but not in my house.