Last week we went to the park to fly my kite. Actually it's mommy and daddy's kite from like 7 years ago, but they've never got around to flying it yet. So it's mine now!
Daddy's daddy's daddy was a award winning kite maker in Hawaii, and daddy used to go flying homemade kites with his daddy in the park, so I figured it should have been easy for me. Not so much.
Isn't this supposed to fly?
Where's the wind?
Maybe next time we'll go to the windy park.