Kite Day began out of pure and simple motherly guilt. At school they had Kite Day. I missed that note that said we needed to bring a kite for you. I thought you were making them or something. So I arrived with no kite and you were none too pleased with me. Your little friend, Isabella, was more than happy to share her kite, but you really wanted your own. So after a duly noted meltdown, I promised you a kite for the weekend which Daddy promptly supplied. We flew a Lady bug and Tinkerbell kite that you picked out. Yet another lovely spring day and I can’t wait for the next Kite Day.
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