Watch a kite. Or fly one. The year I first became a stay-at-home Dad, I picked up Emily from kindergarten and took her to fly a kite. She'd never been, wasn't that impressed once we got it up in the air, but I had a grand time. Sunshine, wind, time with my daughter. All because of some paper and sticks I tried to keep in the air. One of the best afternoons ever.When someone tells you to go fly a kite, go fly a kite.
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