Went out in a gentle breeze to fly a kite with the Dudeling. Neither he nor Mrs. Devil had ever flown a kite before (she immigrated from the Soviet Union in the 80s. Her only experience, following standard USSR procedures, was the kite flying her). I haven’t flown a kite since I was ten.
It didn’t go so well. It went up! Weee… waitasecond. Two seconds later it flipped to the side and made a suicidal plunge to the Earth. Again and again and again, this depressive bit of nylon and plastic went up, held for a second, then made a graceful arc to the ground.
Since he’s only two and a half, I’m counting on biology (long-term memory just developing) to avoid having permanently traumatized him. I’m counting on being laughed at by Mrs. Devil for quite some time.
Anyway, I don’t remember kite-flying to be so … challenging.
So screw this supermarket kite shit. I want to order a ‘real’ kite from somewhere, something that’s designed for beginners and will be the easiest to stay aloft. Pretty shapes notwithstanding, all I want is something that will fly fly fly and make me look just slightly competent.