" It's not my fault. I don't know why you're in such a snit. Oh, Ian's bummed. He brought his kite and there's just not enough wind. There's not a lot of kids here so he over there sulking." "Dad,This is the worst day of my entire life. I won't ever be able to fly it, ever!" "Why don't you go to the top of the hill and roll down like Becky and Renata?" "I don't want to do anything. Becky hates me.," he plunks down in the grass with his head in his hands crying. Too bad Fran has to work.