Hopefully this title has you going "What?" because if you have any idea of what I'm talking about, then I think you deserve some sort of winning the abbreviation game prize which might include wine, coffee, and a dog-eared and highlighted copy of Lord of the Flies by William Golding, a book I taught almost every year of my 6 teaching.
Had I known that Chick-fil-a playscape offered the perfect display of young children turned loose on an "island" of their own, we'd have taken a field trip each of those years.
After a long car ride to check out some family pictures, we headed to Chick-fil-a which W calls an "inside park" for chicken and french fries. Someone fell asleep right at the exit, and I contemplated just going home to nap but decided to wake a boy quickly (and sleepily) agreeing to chicken and french fries upon opening his eyes.
W hit the playscape in full toddler force but soon found himself ready to eat, eat, and we did the chicken thing to fuel up to return to the playscape.
And now? Now the place was transformed. Big kids everywhere.
And not just any big kids.
A few girls walked in (all sophisticated with newspapers), and the boys began chanting, "Kill the girls!" while running up and down the playground.
"Kill the girls!" continued as one child performed whatever karate he thought he knew just inches from a poor girl's face. She wasn't phased though. Another mom and I glanced at each other with the agreed "ok, it's about nap time" look in our eyes.
Seriously, is W going to become one of these boys? I know little boys will be little boys but really--"Kill the girls?"
Golding was onto something after all.