Today, I watched as four of my four year olds played a demented version of house. And before you write this off by saying, “Boys will be boys,” let me tell you, the ring leader was a little girl.
We have two baby dolls in the play house area, along with a lot of pretend kitchen items and food. I look over halfway through play time, and there they are pretend hacking away at one of the babies. Next to them are two other girls looking on in pretend baby mama horror while clinging to the one doll they were able to save. The kids pretended to cut the baby up for about ten minutes before they moved on to shoving the doll into the pretend rice cooker and throwing some vegetables on her. Sounds super yummy, huh?
The best part was that my new Chinese parter looked so conflicted. There wasn’t really anything she could say because they technically weren’t doing anything wrong. But, I could tell she was wracking her brain for something. Ha. Sometimes life is better than T.V..
