3.14.2012

I knew it would end in tears, just as so many things do.

Flying a kite is one of those activities I knew would not end well with the boys, but I did it anyway.  

As a child, I remember trying so hard to get a kite to fly without success, and I am pretty sure that each attempt ended in tears.  (I don't fully recall, however, because I have blocked out anything negative I have ever done.  Including crying over ridiculous failures.)

Which brings me to my desire for the boys to fly a kite.  
Both of the boys had their own kite, and both of them were able to get them up for a few moments.  Unfortunately, as soon as the wind stopped, so did their smiles.

However, if they ever say, they never flew a kite (as I am claiming from my childhood) they cannot make that claim.

Here is the proof.




These next pictures are my favorite from our adventure.  

Jack is mid-fit in this one, and Thomas is in the background laying down after he gave up.



"Oh, why me?"

2 comments:

Anne said...

That image of Thomas face down on the court is cracking me up.

Is it weird that I miss living in that place?

The Teeples Times said...

Love your "real life" stories!! What a great mom you are for attempting...I find myself thinking "Hmm...is it worth the effort?" sometimes. What a super mom you are!!!

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