Today was kite day at the Smithsburg Library. All the kids who registered showed up, they all behaved themselves (except for one little bastard, whose mother inexplicably allowed to roll around screaming and crying on the community room floor, but even he got his shit together eventually), the kites turned out great and they all flew terrifically. It was a smashing success.
It was all due to the genius (and, dare I say, the beauty and charm) of Ashley. It was her idea, she did her homework to figure out which kind of kite would be the easiest to make and fly for the kids, she made a few test kites to make sure they would work, and ran through her how-to presentation over and over again to make sure she had it right.
Because she is a sweetie, Ashley will tell you that I played some small part in the success of kite day, that I was a help with the kids, making sure they were doing things right and helping out with taping on tails and such. But don't listen to her. Ashley will say that I had something to do with kite day being so awesome, but Ashley is a liar. Kite day kicked ass, and it was all her.