So Sunday we went to Shawnee Mission Park to feed geese. The geese there, they were so well fed and so few they couldn't be bothered with the moldy bread we had. I even saw where someone else had put what looked to be a sliced French bread out and the birds hadn't eat it yet.
But we got to do the tower. Which is to say climb a lot of step stairs. Mo dug it. Em didn't. Em called it quits after a couple of flights and got pouty. When me and Mo were on the platform, I looked down and Em was frowning and pointing to the car.
Mo was grooving on the view. And I spotted these giant kites, so we had to go check that out.
Em continued to have an enormous pickle up her butt when we got to the kite club. I finally snapped at her, because patient Daddy Talk wasn't cutting it and she was really doing everything in her power to ruin a good time for anyone in hearing. She acted like I'd struck her, but really, there's a finite amount of stomping and scowling and naysayery I can tolerate.
Em did finally warm up to the scene a bit, even played patty-cakes with Mo some.
And if there's a bigger nerd than a Rocket nerd, it's a Kite nerd. Well, except for that one smoking hot redhead chattering in spanish with that other woman. She's no nerd, she only married or is dating one. And what a lucky guy, yubba.
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