March is a month for kite flying. Though I rarely flew kites, it was always a favorite pastime for me as a kid. Perhaps it’s the indirect flying. We introduced kite flying to the Girl this weekend, much to her excitement.
When shopping for our kite, there was only one criterion: there must be a princess on it.
“I’m not a _____! I’m a princess!” L is fond of saying these days. In the blank can be just about anything, even “little girl” (or “big girl” for that matter). Once the princess kite was assembled
and launched, L was fascinated.
For about three minutes.
Much more inviting were the rocks and twigs scattered about.
Damn it, Dad! I’m a princess, not a doctor!
You sure she’s not the reincarnation of DeForest Kelly?