Go Fly a Kite

Beach-camping wouldn't be complete

without some kite-flying.

This year,
 as my oldest was further down the coast,

I realized he was about to learn about 

the birds and the bees

if we didn't redirect his kite-flying.

But the wind was loud,

and so were the waves,

and he was completely oblivious

to the head I had seen peeking up from the beach grass,

and the arm pulling it back down,
as he ran even further and let out still more string.

His kite was really high up in the  sky,

and if it crash landed,

it was gonna nose-dive into

something worth telling the kids at the lunch table.

I told my other son, who was close to me,
"See those people?  Don't go over there."
He replied with alarm-
"MOM, Don't they know there could be a snake in that beach grass???"
(!)

How does it end?

Of course, we had to go get him.
He's still a baby.