The littlest Thorn goes out with her kite this afternoon. She had a new reel of string and had said her kite twirls and gets twisted so we hoped this new reel would take care of it. I worked in my office and it was quiet as she bursts through the door and creeps down the stairs. Her little head peeps around my door with tousled hair and wind-burned cheeks. She says to me in a sheepish voice "What if I blow away?" I must have looked at her funny because she was worried at this point. I said "You won't blow away." She says back "I'm small, I might blow away." I sent her back outside and told her she didn't have to worry. For some odd reason, I don't think she believes me. I blame Pooh.
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