Don't Say it, Play it!

There is a bizarre form of play going on in the house. Seems it came from the squids and the neighborhood squids playing, but disliking the way things were going. Or maybe some control freak kid. I dunno.

But what happens is they get together, then talk themselves blue in the face directing the action. They never actually get around to playing! They spend all their time talking it. It is getting under my skin!

So this lovely early Sunday morn sees me enacting the Bitchy Mom Law. DON'T SAY IT, PLAY IT!

(Won't the neighborhood kids just freaking love me next time they come over.)