(Part 1 of 4)
The sky was a flurry of peaceful activity.
(Part 2 of 4)
A divebombing kite disrupted Sean's peaceful day, almost scaring religion into him.
(note: this wasn't staged)
(Part 4 of 4)
Sean tried to play it off, but we knew, deep down, he'd carry a knife with him to every kite festival from now on.
(Part 3 of 4)
Now Sean was afraid of the friendly skies. He would tense up when a strong breeze would whistle through his hair. He even began to imagine tiny kites circling around his head. What a silly notion.
Naomi enjoyed the kite festival. What? There is no joke. Move along.
A better shot of the carnivorous kite/windsock.
Stewart liked to have easy access to his equipment. That's why he wore longjohns with a flap up front everywhere he went.
There was a slight traffic jam in front of us when two babies in strollers started to throw diapers at each other. Police are investigating the cause of the disagreement.
That's right kid, run from the vortex. Soon your short little legs won't even be able to touch the ground. And then we'll see who will win the day. Muhahahahahahaha.
"Ok, now I'm supposed to tie this end to my tooth?"
I'd call it child endangerment if the baby hadn't been throwing up the 'hang ten' hand signal moments earlier.
Large kite: *sigh* I told you already. I don't swing that way. Find yourself another gust of wind buddy.
The black kite wasn't being sold at that tent, it actually crashed into it. The leprechaun that was riding it was thrown headlong into the bosom of an attractive clerk. Their love still goes strong.
The wind was so fierce that it temporarily revealed the outline of two naked figures in a tent. Or one really limber figure.
