A Boy and a Kite

Awhile back Grayson found a sad, broken down, old kite in a field by our house. He's the kind of person who can always spot potential. He brought it home, found a branch about the right size to replace the kite's missing support, taped up some rips and pronounced it flyable. Now all he needs is enough wind so he doesn't have to keep running up and down the street to make it fly. Oh, and some more string.