This breezy morning Grandma Sue came to visit and play with the boys,
bringing all sorts of fun things from play-dough to stencils to a kite.
We hoped the wind would be sufficient and headed to the park to give it a try.
We were delighted when we were able to get the kite up and the boys took turns flying it!
At one point, I set Lincoln down and he made a beeline for the kite. He immediately picked up the string and took off running with it, actually flying the kite about 7 feet in the air behind him the whole time as he ran at least 100 yards! He cried huge crocodile tears when we took it away to let his brothers have another turn.
There was another group trying to fly a kite there--evidently two brothers and a sister, probably ages 7-10.
At one point one of the boys started grabbing/wrestling his sister over something.
I smiled to see 3-year-old Wesley run over and shout in his most menacing angry-voice,
"LET GO OF HER!!!!"
My boys are never bashful about breaking up fights.
I sure hope that trait doesn't get them into trouble later on!
And then I smiled even more when the brothers wouldn't let their sister have a turn
and Talmage ran over to them and exclaimed, "Guys! Guys! Girls are so special, so you need to let her go first!"
That's all Sam's doing.
Well done, my man.
Thanks for visiting, Grandma Sue...
and thanks for raising a boy with good ol' fashioned chivalry.