This Monday, Paul brought home a kite. Not a cheap $1 kite, but a sweet jet shaped kit with long red tails. I've said before, Paul just knows. His sixth sense kicked in on this day and somehow he knew that Monday night would be the best kite flying weather of the year. The boys piled out of the car at the middle school soccer field and charged through the wind to the center of the field where we watched our marvelous dad launch a supersonic super powered jet straight into the air at top speed. It whip lashed and spiraled and did nosedive after nosedive. Every boy got to take a turn flying the jet. Friends from the preschool spontaneously joined us on the field with the same idea. Their big beautiful kite flew across the island and into the river. We shared our jet with them. Eirik let his friends wear his spy watch and baseball gloves. We raced around the field. The boys tackled me and we laid in the deep green grass and watched the clouds sail by. When the wind had blown us in circles enough, we drove to TV's diner for a meal out. Eirik's dinner was a prize for completing all his reading during reading month. Our host tried to seat us in the middle of the restaurant and we begged a more secluded table in the back, which we were pleased to have as soon as Teig spilled a whole glass of Diet Coke on Paul and screamed "no" through the whole meal. The whole time we ate we played, "guess the animal" 20 questions. The last animal was a preying mantis chosen by Paul. At the end Paul explained that a female mantis eats the male after they have mated. Eirik's eyes went down and then came up with a tear in them. He whispered in my ear, "I never knew how much a didn't like females." He was bothered the whole way home. It is hard to be 35, but I sometimes forget how hard it must be to be 5.
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