On Saturday we went to a kite festival at a local park. There were booths, food, bands, kite demonstrations, and a gabillion people flying kites.
Parking was a nightmare (NIGHTMARE), but it was warm and windy and ideal for kites and blowing Addy's feathery hair. Heck, even Ben Franklin seemed to be enjoying himself.
BUT... we learned that there were some people that weren't just there for fun. They were handing out free kites, so Doug let ours go for a while. He could see this small little yellow kite that was weaving in and out of all the others. He was impressed with how well it would cut and move around without getting tangled. At one point he saw it get near ours, and then fly away... cutting our string and letting our kite fly free! The dude TOTALLY kite runnered us.
Doug was not pleased (and neither was the 7-year-old and his dad near us that also got their kite cut). Soon after, though, we happened upon the yellow kite duo that was attacking everybody. See them below in blue?
Doug watched them for a while and realized they were hardcore. In fact, they were so hardcore that he felt honored to have his free kite cut by them. No harm done.