So we went to the park. We thought we'd teach Miss T to fly a kite, but... first of all, there wasn't enough wind. Second, Talullah didn't have the patience to quite understand the art of kite flying. She just wanted to run holding onto the kite so badly. Every time Nick took it to 'help' her get it into the air, she would start bawling. "My kite, my kite!" Such heartfelt sobs and a look of total confusion finally just caused us to give up and head over to the swings and slides. This went over much better.
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