Like, "it's a twister Aunty Em!" kind of windy.
After our kite calamity a couple days ago we wanted to prove to ourselves that we could get those stupid kites in the air (okay, it was more me and Brad wanting to prove it, the kids were just along for the ride), so we put the kites (and the kids) in the car and drove to where there's no way those suckers won't fly.
The damn edge of the Pacific Ocean.
Not just the edge, up hundreds of feet in the air on the bluffs ABOVE the ocean.
Sure enough, the dragon kite was as easy as tossing it up into the air and letting out the string. That damn thing didn't touch the ground for the next 45 minutes.
Told you we'd make that effer fly.
The alien kite apparently is fatally flawed as a wind flying apparatus, because it wouldn't fly. Even in 45mph sustained winds it kept falling to the ground.
So it went in the trash.
The kids cared about the kites for a whole five minutes, then decided they were too interested in running through the field and tackling each other for the next hour. While I victoriously flew the kite...which was as difficult as standing there holding the string.
Victory was never sweeter.
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