An Open Letter

Everything Michael should know, but I'll forget to tell him.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

First Kite

Dear Michael:

We went to the playground this last weekend... Adventure Playground. They have practically a life-sized castle and pirate ship but your favorite part was watching the kites.

There is a decent hill there and the wind can be pretty good. You thought the kites were great. So the next day we went to Target and got you your first kite. You picked the Penguin over the Fish or Dragon. (Although when we got to the cash register you made a late appeal for the Dragon that was denied.)

Of course that day was the least windy day on record. But out we went anyways. Watching me drag the kite behind me to catch the little bit of wind trying to stay aloft for more then 30 seconds was actually quite entertaining for you. Maybe because your favorite part was helping to pick up the kite after it fell. You'd say "I pick up" and run over to the the kite and carefully pick up part of the tail then put it back down. Then you'd go back over to where Mommy was sitting. "I sit next (to Mommy)."

I can't wait to get the kite up in decent breeze.

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