That wasn't an insult; it was a recommendation. We had a glorious kite-flying afternoon today.
Actually, we had two false starts. We tried to fly our kite in a big, open college athletic field but, twice, moments after we had our kite aloft people arrived to walk their dogs and Bud insisted that we had to leave. For our third attempt we moved to a big, open college parking lot that's not known for its appeal to dog walkers and we had the grounds - and the skies - to ourselves. The wind was strong and warm and our kite soared toward the clouds. Bud was delighted to find that he could hold the kite string "all by myself!" and keep it in flight.
And, of course, the metaphor was striking - our big boy, his last day of Kindergarten just two days away, moving forward, reaching out, aiming high.