Sunday, we went to the kite festival at Zilker Park. There is such romance to kites -- just nylon, string, imagination and wind. Lu seemed to like them, but she liked her snowcone more. I might have liked the kettle corn more myself. There is also romance in snowcones and kettle corn.
She looked at kites.
She bounced in the inflatable thing.
She met some dude wearing a grocery bag.
She got tired and we had to go home.