The Little Girl and Her Kite.

Once upon a time, on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, a mommy sat with her children on the couch who were upset because their brother got to play at a friend's house but they could not. Their mommy, being such a kind and compassionate mommy, didn't want her kids to be sad, so she suggested that since it was such a beautiful (and very windy) day, they should go fly some kites that she secretly bought a few days ago.

The children, of course, were very excited, and ran to put their shoes on. Within a few minutes, they were ready to go to the park.

The mommy was also very excited, for this would be the first time that her youngest would fly a kite. She was anxious to see the joy spread across her face as she saw the wind lift the kite like a feather.

As soon as they got to the park, her youngest (almost instinctively) grabbed the kite and began to run.

It wasn't long before the wind swooped the kite high into the air.

Once her mommy let out all of the string, she gave the handle to the young girl and told her (a thousand and one times) not to let go.

Both the young girl and her mommy were thrilled with the success they had.

But what was even more thrilling to the mommy was the look of pride and joy on her baby's face.

There were a few moments when the wind would die down and the kite would fall.

And the young girl would shout at her Elmo kite to "GET UP!"

And, as if obeying her command, the wind would blow and swoop her kite high into the sky.

And it was happy...

and so was the girl.

And so the mommy, confidant in the fact that her baby would not let her kite go, turned her attention to her other daughter, who, after a rocky start, had also succeeded in flying her kite.

Her oldest daughter was very proud of her accomplishment.

Suddenly, her oldest daughter got a look of panic on her face and screamed, "Hold my kite, Mom!" and took off running to catch a certain Elmo kite with a mind of its own.

The youngest daughter was very upset that the wind had ripped the kite out of her hands.


And she was even more upset that, even though she tried, her older sister was unable to stop the kite before it was swallowed up by a big mean tree.

The mommy, being a quick thinker and desperately trying to stop the meltdown about to occur, told her youngest daughter that it was OK, and she could now go play on the playground.

This made the young girl very happy.


So, the mommy (amazed that she had just avoided a near catastrophe) turned her attention to her oldest daughter, who was determined NOT to let the wind take her kite as well.


And they all lived happily ever after.

THE END