EARLY Saturday morning. It was time to sleep, but we were up and ready to go, because we were going to the annual Kite Festival at Mirah’s school!
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Last year:
This year, there were lots of people there. We followed the signs.
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Mirah found her kite!
It was in the box with her class ID number. Karl helped Lucas get his Kite made:
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So, Mirah figured out that the kite she had made in class had been decorated upside down. 🙁 She was very disappointed about it. At this point Mirah and I had a bed time. She got explosive, I got stern and frustrated. We were in front of other people, and I was having a hard time. We were struggling to keep it together, and we fought, and said some mean things to her. When I got home, I admit, I cried for an hour, I was so ashamed.
We eventually got her all organized, made some changes, and she got her kite all together.
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We met up again with dad. Who was very sympathetic.
Mirah got her hot coco and donuts.
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Even Lucas got his cute kite up!
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We ran around together.
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Coco.
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Karl, later that day, getting his Kite on.
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