Flying High

"Cheers" at the dinner table have become regular guests. Tonight's cheer was "We got to go to the kite festival with Miss S." An adventure well worth such a cheer. Our festival experience included a wonderful friend, a 3 mile round trip walk to/from the car, a kite string that would NOT stop getting knotted, and a stranger approaching us w/ an already flying kite he wanted us to have. I am pretty sure our kite knocked a few people on the head, cut a couple of strings, and wandered off on its own at least twice.

Curly can't quite figure out what "annual" means. He is confident that we will go to the Kite festival again very very soon. I'm thinking the school playground may become our own personal space for the next not-so-annual kite fest.



As an aside, this year's festival brought back strong and fond memories of the two Blonde brothers. I think by the time the festival hit, I knew our road was coming to an end and just needed to have a fun day with them. It was a blast. It did not entail 3 miles of walking or 3 hours roundtrip on the bus. It just involved one very happy 9 year old climbing a rock wall, a 5 year old getting his face painted, and a foster mama enjoying every bit of two kids that were rather, rather tricky.