Then when I was putting away the Christmas decorations I found two kites that I had been carrying around forever and gave them to the kids. You would have thought it was Christmas all over again. They played with them most of the afternoon, then when it was dark, Damaris, about 5 years old, was sitting on her step hugging her kite. Then at 6.30am the little buggers woke me before the sun was fully up flying them again. Let no good deed go unpunished. So if we come back, which we very well may, I would stock up on inexpensive toys like that. So muuch pleasure at very little cost. On edit. Mexican children don't get the piles of gifts that our spoiled brats do. I think the BB gun and the princess dress was all they got and they were delighted with them.
