A couple of weekends ago we were suppose to be going on a ward camp out and Grandma Carol bought the kids a kite for for the trip. Poor little Porter ended up being sick with the flu, the poor thing could hardly move he was so sick. The boys were so sad to be missing the, "camp". Porter went from about 10:30 throwing up every hour at least 2-3 times until around 5:00 and after he went about an hour with out throwing up he says, "Okay, I am feeling better now we can go to the camp!" I felt so bad for him and told him we wouldn't be able to make it. He says, "Can we still fly the kite?" in such a sad little voice. I told him we could the next day and he held me to that, they were so excited to go and fly the kite. It ended up being a perfect day to fly a kite, they had so much fun! Thank you Grandma!!
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