Finn received a kite as part of his present from Auntie Yola. Everyday afterwards, he asked to fly it. "Today looks like it would be a good day to fly a kite," he would tell me. I would look out the window to find it overcast and drizzly. Another time after this pronouncement, I saw that it was sunny but deathly still. This obviously led to a discussion about appropriate kite-flying weather.
Finally, this past weekend, the weather gods smiled down on us. The weather was mild, there was a brisk breeze, and sunny skies. We packed up the kids and the kite and drove to a local park.
And......Finn was terrified. He has never seen an actual kite in action so the uncontrolled nature of its movement accompanied with its loud flapping was a bit overwhelming. Now that he knows what to expect, I think he might do better......if I am successful in convincing him to try again. In either case, the rest of the family had a jolly good time. Such a fun way to spend the afternoon.