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February 2, 2007 Frances Friday: Let's Go Fly a Kite 
What do you call a toddler-sized green plastic bowl filled with sea animal-shaped sponges and taped to a long piece of grey satin ribbon? Why, a kite, of course! And how do you fly this kite? You hold the end of the grey ribbon ("string") and say, "You hold the kite, Daddy!/Mummy!" Then you run around the room while your doting parent holds the bowl aloft behind you and says, "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." Occasionally, you stop and say, "Oh no! The kite is stuck on this tree!" Your parent then places the bowl down on whatever piece of furniture is closest to hand. You pull the string and grunt mightily; and the kite is magically born aloft once more, whooshing freely in the sky. "Fly, little kite; fly!" you say. And fly it does. It's a miracle. Posted by Andrea at February 2, 2007 7:02 AM under Frances Friday EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments That girl is brilliant! Love the imagination! Posted by: Miche at February 2, 2007 8:48 AM
I would die from the cuteness. And the brilliance! Posted by: yankee,transferred at February 2, 2007 10:36 AM
Miss M is also obsessed with kites right now b/c there is one in a book she's been reading: Spot's Windy Day by Eric Hill. Listen, I fell behind in my blog reading b/c (gasp) I took last weekend off AND decided to be a more productive employee this week (SAY IT ISN'T SO). I have read your pieces on integration and on gender and I do want very much to comment. I'm hoping I'll get a chance over the weekend. Posted by: Mad Hatter at February 2, 2007 10:44 AM
The imagination of a child is a wonderful thing! And that of her parents, too, of course. Posted by: Susan at February 2, 2007 6:36 PM
Your house is so much fun! Hooray for Frances and her wonderful kite! Posted by: Sue at February 3, 2007 12:49 AM
Did you take a picture? Sounds like a wonderful time was had by all. Posted by: Aliki at February 3, 2007 9:02 AM
MH: work over blogging! That's it. You're excommunicated. Aliki--no, I didn't. But I should have. Posted by: Andrea at February 3, 2007 9:06 AM
(holds hairbrush in front of mouth and sings badly) Posted by: Marla at February 3, 2007 12:50 PM
Frances calls it a kite. I call it the best indoor winter exercise program I've read about this year. I bet those sponge animals were loving it, too. Posted by: moreena at February 5, 2007 8:41 PM
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