Beach!

Yesterday afternoon we received a package from my parents. Included in the package was a large, dragon-shaped kite, with a very nifty kite string winder tool. Buddy, who wasn't around when we opened the package, was very interested in the kite string winder. His dad explained that it was for a kite, at which point Buddy started talking about going to the beach, to fly the kite. I don't know what the Italian promised him, but certainly nothing more concrete than "yes, we'll go to the beach again at some point".

Fast forward several hours later, at 3:30 in the morning to be exact. After getting to bed late and having a fitful night, I was awakened by the sound of my 2.5 year old yelling "beach!" It seems he really wanted to fly the damn kite, and woke us all up to tell us about it!

A mind is a terrible thing. And it must be stopped.