And Bart isn't doing very well either. He needs boundaries and structure. There's something about flying a kite at night that's so unwholesome.

Despite the threat of rain, we took Grace to the Chicago Botanical Gardens for a kite festival.

Grace and mom on the tram ride to the festival.

Decorating her very own kite.

Getting help with her kite from a lady who wore an inappropriately low cut dress given that her job required her to bend over all day long.

Lots of kites.
Flying Grace's kite while watching the demonstrations.

A swan.

The only good picture I was able to get by the fountain before some d-bag put his little brat behind Grace so he could take a picture.

Flowers