Let's Go Fly a Kite

"Mama," my eight-year-old son said.  "I'm going to go fly a kite."

"I thought your kite fell apart last year and ended up getting tossed," I replied.

"It did.  I'm going to make a new one."

Okay.  I knew this was going to be interesting.

It was indeed interesting.  I went out to the garage about fifteen minutes later and discovered my son playing with his fishing rod.  At the end of the line was a paper dangled from the hook.

"Do you like my new kite?"

I looked at that thing.  "Does it fly?"

"Yeah, watch."

We went out into the wind.  The paper blew into the air and whipped around, just like a kite.

Impressive!