In our neck of the woods the weather has been glorious. We haven’t yet opened the door on the constant 105 degree weather. We’ve seen more days in the 70’s and 80’s with glorious winds that are perfect for kite flying. This weekend we packed up all the kids and treked the eight houses to the local elementary school and unrolled our brand new Chinese kites. After 20 minutes of fiddling and a few stomps and crying, kites were assembled and ready for flight. After about 20 more minutes of running back and forth, the kites were still ready for flight, but not being very cooperative.
All of this running makes a little boy tired.
When you’re six and tired you scream a lot. You scream because you’re legs are so tired they might fall off. You scream because the stupid kite won’t fly. You scream because your brother is playing with the kite.
You scream because the kite’s in the air and you don’t have the string. You scream because the kite’s on the ground and you have to run again. You scream because you’re six and you’re tired. Then once the kite’s in the air you prance around excited and you scream for joy. Then you scream because it falls out of a sky like a torpedo. Then you scream because you have to go home and take a nap.
The thing about when you’re six, your memory is longer. You don’t forget things quite as easily. And if you think you might forget it, you write it down in your journal.
Overactiveovaries 
LOL. That is an awesome journal entry. Its too bad you were back with the nappers so you didn’t get a picture of the string breaking and the kite softly floating away into someone’s back yard a block away. (Cheap Chinese string.)
Hey Dad, you are setting a bad example. This is the time of year for bees to hide in those little white flowers in the school grass & sting your toe! You should know better than to run barefoot cuz we know those bees come looking for you! (Nice kites though)