Last week we took the children from the vacation centre to Fagan Park in Galston. I forgot how beautiful those gardens really are - the views are wonderful. Go there.

I was shocked to discover that a busload of 40 odd children, aged between 6 and 14 have no interest in African or English gardens. Not even Chinese gardens get their little pulses running. But then again, we didn't take a busload of kids to Fagan park to look at flowers and marvel at the little miniature houses.

We took them there to fly their kites that they had made.

And oh golly! The wind was blowing a gale. I swear I spent 4 hours replacing broken kite frames, re-attaching missing kite tails and untangling at least two factories worth of string. Stupid kids don't seem to understand that when you decide to run around in a tight bunch flying kites in a gale, then those kites are going to go all "Voltron" on each other and connect to form one giant kite... that doesn't fly.

The other thing that children don't understand is that you can't let go of the string in strong wind, and not expect your kite to fly away into the middle of a cow paddock. And while they are at it, kids should learn that if they make a carer trek out into the middle of said cow paddock to retrieve their kite, they better bloody well fly it, and not decide that they have had enough of "kite time" 30 seconds after you scramble back over the fence. Punk.

But the thing I potentially feel a tiny bit bad about, was laughing at a child as he desperately tried to fly his kite INTO a tree. And then laughing twice as hard as he came to me rather upset because he couldn't get it out again. I mean, not really my problem if in all of your 7 year old wisdom you decide to aim for a tree, and then complain that you hit it. That is like flirting with a girl for a whole month, and then complaining when she kisses you on the cheek! Stupid.

So... once again... am I bad for laughing at him? Am I bad for telling him that he lost his kite because I can't get it down? Am I bad for making him jump to try and get a kite stuck 20 feet in the air - telling him each time he failed that he "almost" made it?

Yeah. I know I'm bad. You love it.