Grandpa came over and we went to the back yard for a bit to fly the kite, but we kept getting tangled and realized there wasn't enough space in the yard.
Then we decided that it would be easier to go to the park and fly the kite. Alex held the string once or twice, then he was ready to be done flying for the day. The boys spent their time running around and playing on the park jungle gym.
It was sort of therapeutic; I felt like a kid again, but now I actually understood what it took to keep the kite up in the air. I guess "let's go fly a kite" was for me, but at least the kids had fun playing at the park.