Trevin had a dinky dollar store plastic kite that he loved to fly. One day it ripped loose from the string and flew across the street. Trevin waited patiently until our neighbor got home, so they could look for it in his backyard. Well it wasn't there. So Trevin hoped on his trike and we went for a ride to see if we could find it in the next yard. Sure enough we did, it was ripped to shreds. We were on our way back home and had told Trevin we'd get him a new kite. Our first neighbor came out to see if we found it and Trevin told him his kite was broken. We'll he went into his garage and came out with the turtle kite and told Trevin to keep it cause his kids don't play with it anymore. Trevin was in heaven and we try to use it at least a couple of times a year.
So our nice warm winter was a little chillier that we expected on Saturday. Levi and I stayed in the truck. Cheyenne came back to the truck to join us after just a few minutes. Trevin Loved every minute of it and didn't mind the cold.
In the truck... two thumbs up for flying the kite! Plus she thought it was a lot of fun to sit in the front seat.