Let's Go Fly A Kite

Here's a play-by-play of our Saturday night.

• Go to grand opening of local park/lake.
• Decide it's lame, except for the kite-flying.
• Go home and get our kite.
• Fly our kite at our neighborhood park.

• Decide there's not enough wind at our neighborhood park.
• Return to the park with the "grand" opening.
  
• Fly kite briefly until deciding the wind is pretty dead there, too.

• Take pictures of friendly townsfolk (that would be Ava)
• Throw rocks in lake.

• Sit on "beach" and consider watching a movie on big inflatable screen.
• Almost give up on movie after the sun goes down and it gets colder.
• Rummage through car for anything capable of keeping us warm during movie.
• Almost give up on movie after waiting through technical delays.
• Pretty convinced that the girls will not last through more than 10 minutes of movie.
• Seriously almost give up on movie after learning that there will be a THIRTY MINUTE Boy Scout movie shown BEFORE the actual movie begins.
• Watch 30-minute Boy Scout.
• Are inspired and thoroughly impressed by local Boy Scouts and their very nice film.
• Are thoroughly impressed by girls who STILL want to stay and watch Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs.
• Watch movie.

• Shiver.
• Cover PJ's bare legs with random assortment of small clothing items found in car.

• Find the movie thoroughly enjoyable.
  
• Consider leaving and getting movie from Netflix and watching it at home with cocoa and down blankets.
• Suggest this option to girls. Are swiftly rejected.

• Notice that only the adults appear to be shivering, or aware of shivering.
• Leave park at 9:30 pm in amazement that the girls did not give up on the movie.
• Pat ourselves on the back for being such good parents.
• Remembered the first time we flew the Red Baron with Ava, three years ago in Boston. She was Derek's little helper then, too.

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