We've been happy to make the extremely unpleasant trek to the BK since my "almost eight" year old was almost 4. He loved the little kids stuff and now has become the devil-may-care older guy, loving every bit of it. Guess we'll have to go back and enjoy the expensive, tasteless food, the rush to grab a chaise and an umbrella, the kids splashing everyone with water, the constant din, and the bikini watching (Horrors!) until he outgrows this and moves into another phase. Hate to admit this but my oldest son (now 38) also loves the BK. Strange family, eh?
