Yesterday was a nice, warmish, windy day, so we got out Carrie’s kite. After figuring out we put it together wrong (the directions were about as clear as mud) my brother and I got it up in the air. But Carrie really wanted nothing to do with it while it was airborne, so instead she spent the afternoon running around with a bubble gun, terrorizing the flowers (she said she was watering them) and getting soap on everyone’s shoes.
Maybe next year she’ll actually want to fly her kite instead of shooting bubbles at it each time it plummets to the ground?