Chloe: Ah, so relaxing. I've been wanting a kite* for some time and it is all I imagined. The billowing, the flying, the control... I love it.
Amber: What? What are you talking about? What are we supposed to be doing right now?
Amber: ...Oh... I see what you did there. Okay. Neat.
(pause, watching kite)
(yup, still flying)
(oh, someone ducked because they thought it was a real seagull* - heh)
(ducks are better than seagulls)
...Seriously? We're still on the freakin' kite?
Chloe: Yeah, let's take a walk - we'll make Daddy pull for a bit and then we'll bust out!
Amber: Cool. It's fun how everyone on the promenade is laughing at him, pulling an empty wagon as we exert our independence.
Chloe: Independence is EXHAUSTING.
Amber: True dat. Let's chill for a bit before the party...
(Party pics coming tomorrow)
*Note from Chloe: Daddy said it was really brave of Mommy to buy a kite depicting an animal of which she is afraid. I'm not sure why she hates birds so much, but she said that all weekend, she felt like Tippi Hedron. I don't know what that means.