While driving to the playground, they occupy themselves with bouncing up and down on the backseat, singing, "Let's go fly a kite" from Mary Poppins. What did I tell you? Innocent. But don't be fooled.
You lick your finger and hold it up to see what direction the wind is blowing, and your baby begins to unravel the string, pure joy lighting up her features. She has no idea what's in store for her with this kite. And frankly, neither do you. You've been semi-imagining laughing children, running back and forth with a kite gently swaying, high up above. You can see it dip and dive, and everyone is smiling in your little ignorant daydream. You are under the false impression that this kite is your friend.
The first thing you know, the Daddy is giving general instructions, setting the kite up, and getting the children off running. He barely misses decapitation from a low-flying, wayward kite string, as children go running in opposite directions. Then the kite gets dragged for a quarter of a mile, as children easily forget to run and watch the kite. No one can hear anyone in the wind, and you are suddenly very aware that it's freezing cold out here.
Next thing you know, people are quitting all over the place. Key people. Star people. Kite runner types, that are supposed to be in charge of this operation. They are just throwing down their kite in disgust, and letting the wind take over...
Staring off into the heavens, imagining what might have been if only they were the boss. But here's the truth. The kite is the boss. It's got a mind of it's own, and you need to develop a healthy respect for it.
Because if you don't, in the end, your left lying on the cold, hard, ground, with a kite that won't lift, wondering who dared to give you this for your birthday seven months ago, because you want to give them a piece of your mind right about now.
But then... like a sunny break in the clouds, the Daddy comes through and saves the day with Frisbees, basketballs, and fun.
Because bossy kites are no match for a Daddy like this, any day of the week.