So we decided to become kite-flying people. Neither of us had flown a kite in many, many years. We went out a few days ago, ready to go. It was really a pathetic attempt to fly a kite. There was kind of a light breeze (every now and again), but we thought it'd be sufficient if we ran really fast, pulled the string tight, threw it up into the sky, etc...but we had no success. We had really talked up kite flying to Kate, but I don't think she saw the appeal.
Today, though, was super windy (and cold), and perfect weather for kite-flying. We bundled up and hurried outside and sure enough--the kite flew. It was really the easiest thing ever. We just let go of the kite, and it started flying on its own. By the end, all of our teeth were chattering, and poor little Kate's lips were turning blue, but we flew a kite, dang it!