When she's really excited, she always yells things in triplicate: "A Kite! A Kite! A Kite!"
I know ... "Gosh! I wonder where that trait came from???" Yeah, I get it. For weeks, after ever song I heard on the radio, my first comment was, "They played that at the piano bar." And, for days now, I've been obsessed with the upcoming garage sale. So, "excitable" is an adorable family trait!
Andy put a kite, a kite, a kite together this windy afternoon. It's balance isn't quite right, but it still got a great giggle out of Carter!
I'll hold the string, you put it together! What a team!
"That's my kite!"
When Andy would fly the kite, it dove in circles and Carter scurried away, yelling and giggling! She's really afraid of bugs; she's only pretend-afraid of kites!
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