Brett thinks he is some sort of almighty kite-czar. He is always talking smack about how awesome he is at flying kites. So Saturday we went to Zilker. I was helping Jack and Brett was helping AJ, we were standing too close and the kites collided and Jack's kite was doing the spin of death around AJ's. We both start reeling in the kites, and Jack's is just a fluttering mess of knots but of course Brett's kite refuses to come down. Matter-of-factly Brett says:
"I can't NOT fly a kite."
2 comments:
And....you can't NOT be awesome, dude.
Like most awesomeness, this gift also came from Grandview hill, fly on brother, fly on!
Sincerly, the black bat with blood shot eyes!
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