At 3:29, the halls of M’s school echo. The parents waiting for kindergarten pick up who don’t have their heads buried in their phones are chatting quietly. The golf course-like serenity is occasionally broken by the cry of a younger sibling.
At 3:30 they are filled with tidal waves of the cacophonous chaos that is squealing small children.
At 3:29 and 59 seconds there’s this one parent who says, “Release the hounds!” in a Mr. Burns voice. I want to find out who that guy’s kid is so my kid can be their BFF.