Monday, March 29, 2010

Let's Go Fly A Kite Up To The Highest Height!


This past weekend was bee-YOO-tee-full as Bert would say so we Wes decided we needed to fly kites.

It was JUST. LIKE. THE. MOVIE.

Except for the kites flying.

And the singing and dancing.

And the girls wearing pinafores and sassy hats.

And the sophisticated English accents.

Otherwise it was EXACTLY the same.



Shockingly, kites purchased from the Dollar Store do not come with instructions and are not self-explanatory like you'd think.




I think we missed that day in science class when aerodynamics was taught.  We tried tying the string to the fat end of the kite and then to the skinny end of the kite.  Both resulted in said kite dive-bombing its owner before crashing and burning.  We tried tying the string in the middle of the kite which, interestingly, resulted in said kite hovering about three feet off the ground and spinning wildly in circles and hilarity ensued. It was great fun but couldn't really be described as kite-flying.

So we gave up.  But not before I fondly reminded Hayley of the phase she went through when she was about three and she insisted that we sing "Go Fly A Kite" EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT. before bedtime.  Good times.

Caitlin carefully documented our weekend and published a Family Newsletter:




Apparently her key take-away from the kite incident was that you get what you pay for which I must admit is a valuable life lesson.  Take that, Mary Poppins!

2 comments:

Amber said...

Okay...my favorite part is that Tate was either crying or asleep and that Sawyer was eating.

Carpool Queen said...

I LOVE to fly kites. We've made our own sometimes for the kids with plastic sacks and fishing line and they fly beautifully.

You just have to get over the whole redneck flying a plastic bag thing.