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  • As we were packing to leave, my father handed me a kite for the boys. I assured him that we would fly it as soon as we had a windy day. One blustery Sunday afternoon I pulled the kite from the closet and herded the family outdoors. My husband and I tried to show the boys how to fly the kite, but they were too tired and distracted to pay attention. Everyone grew increasingly cranky. Our two year old began to cry. The wind was too strong. The drought scorched grass crunched underfoot. I looked at my husband and said " I think we ought to pack it up and go back in for dinner."
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