Ahh, Spring. Some look forward to blooming flowers. Others are excited for baseball season. My 6 year old, the Walnut, can't wait to go fly his kite. I look forward to this as much as I look forward to mowing the grass on the backyard hill and weeding thistle. The problem is the Walnut can't fly a kite. I can't fly a kite. Does anyone really know how to fly a kite anymore? It's some kind of lost art, like origami. Just like our paper cranes look like wadded up fast food napkins, we can't seem to get our kite to stay up more than ten seconds. The attempt usually ends with a frustrated Walnut and a mom ready to "loose" the kite for the rest of the year.
We had an especially windy day recently and actually considered the kite flying attempts more successful than usual. The Walnut asked if I would video tape it. I think he knew this was the peak of our kite flying career.
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