July 19, 2008

Flying High

Aidan got a Thomas the Train kite for his birthday and last night I told him we'd go fly it today. For 3 1/2 hours this morning he obsessed about going to fly his kite. It was either take him to the park or duct tape his mouth shut.

I voted for the duct tape but Daddy overruled me so we went to the park by Lake Fayetteville to fly it today.

Meaning Daddy flew the kite while Aidan sat on the picnic table in the shade and complained about being hot, being thirsty (despite finishing my tea, Daddy's Mt Dew, and Asher's juice!), wanting to play his guitar, begging to go home, and so on and so on.

He's such a weird kid - as if the last post didn't prove that fact.


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