Any little snippet of free time for my kids this weekend was consumed with the following:
We have a little store with food basics in the bottom floor of our building. Almost daily I ask them to run down for a loaf of bread (It has no preservatives in it and has to be bought daily).
So, Firstborn came up with the idea of stringing some bands together and tying a bag on the end. That way, when I want a loaf of bread, one sister can go down and buy it and place it in the bag. Then another sister can hoist it up. However, it was one of the windiest days I can remember, so part of the process became making the bag something other than a kite. I just had to stand on the balcony and watch because the laughter was so contagious. And then there was the ever-present possiblity of it flying onto Mrs. Neighbor's balcony, and that added a whole other element of suspense.
Then finally, success. A fresh loaf of bread hoisted up 5 stories! Shrieks of laughter and joy erupted.