A friend that I greatly admire watches children in her home and always seems to be doing something fun with them. Today each kid had their own personalized holiday to celebrate Make Up Your Own Holiday Day. Two Fridays ago they made miniature apple pies to celebrate National Pi Day.
Her good example inspired me to do something for Fly a Kite Day which was this week. Today dawned overcast and breezy, so I found our kite and took it outside for a fly. DD was very excited, having never flown a kite before. I got the kite launched and it immediately started doing that insanely fast figure-eight thing that kites do right before they nose-dive into the hood of your car. My daughter apparently thought the toy had morphed into a possessed spawn of Satan. Forget that it was an reversible Elmo-slash-Cookie-Monster kite. It was pure evil and she couldn't get away fast enough, screaming for me to "get it down," the whole time.
I wish I'd had the camera out there to capture her reaction to the kite's first flight. I had no idea she would think it was anything but fun. Relying upon my impressive parenting skills (which I have in ample supply, see previous pinching post), I kept flying the kite and making her watch. I was determined she would enjoy our kite flying bonding experience.
Here's some footage of one of the later kite flights (sorry for the wind sound blowing into the microphone and the wobbly filming. It's tough to fly a demon-spawn kite, stifle hysterical laughter, and hold a camera steady at the same time).
Maybe next year we can just color kites or something.
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