Go Fly a Kite

One day I was really busy with chores as my son was sitting all around. Not helping, he was driving me crazy as he got in the way, in leaps and bounds. Every few seconds he was asking what to do, and acting, oh so bored. His whining and irritation carried on, as all my suggestions, he deplored. In a moment of weakness, I told him to go fly a kite high up in the blue… Well, we all know how karma has its way, and comes around so true… He found a kite and sailed it with a kid with wilder views, outdoors. Sure enough, trouble began as a girl in tears came running to my door. She was begging me to save her froggy friend, the one she so adored. For he was indeed taking a trip to worldly heights, as that kite soared. Panicked, thoughts of a little broken froggie now sailed thru my mind. And PETA knocking down my door was of course not far behind. Chores forgotten, and with eyes full of horror I raced out the door. Low and behold a kite that never could seem to get off the ground, before… Was soaring at 200 feet where it continued to climb and soar, some more. I figured my sons real want, had been to get attention from his Mom, for sure. And he had won as we were together, as we tried to get that froggy to our side. But he kept telling me the froggy had, himself, jumped twice on the kite, to ride. But of course I didn’t believe him as we fought for froggy’s life. After an hour of swoops and dives while praying for the best, amid the strife.… Finally he was settled in a tree. But was the little guy happy? Did you guess? No siree! No way! For when the kite took off again, I must confess… With a leap of faith… he was again riding that kite as it shot up like an arrow. And my son told me SEEEE I told you he really wanted to go… As I reeled him quickly in, I ate a little crow, for not believing in him, before. As we brought the froggy back down…I explained he didn’t want to soar… But no matter what he wanted… he must not let him, ever sail again… For my son was old enough to now understood the danger he’d been in. I told him it was his responsibility to protect and pay attention to his little friend. Instead give him love and attention, and to always be kind to him. Dedicated to my Hubby always encouraging me on this site. PS: This is fictional.