STINKING BUTTERFLY KITE!!!

We go to the park and see some people “telling secrets” under a blanket… GET A ROOM! The butterfly kite is on a mission to make me lose my cool. It likes the ground more than the air… STINKING KITE! We all tae off our shoes and frolic in the clovers. HAHA Brigham hates grass on his feet. He walks on is tippy-toes to not touch the grass. Brigham wears my big ol’ clodhoppers. Ginger sings us a few songs. We leave all the cigarette butts and syringes at the park and on our way home we invent a new game called Catch the Flower. I rocked that game!