The beast of a kite

After Aunt Layne's funeral we went to the park to fly a kite: not just any kite... a beast of a kite.
Ben and Forrest are bonding...
or practicing their dance routine.

Dad had some major skills with the kite. Ben's cousin, Devon, said that on really windy days it is possible to get a few feet off of the ground.

That kite was strong. Dad maneuvered it wonderfully.

Ben had a lot of energy and enjoyed taking down Tanner.