Go fly a kite

My dad used to say, "Go fly a kite" instead of "no" when he thought our ideas were ridiculous.

Me: (as a young child) "Daddy, can we get ice cream before dinner?"

Dad: "Go fly a kite."

OR

Me: (as a preteen) "Dad, can I have 17 of my best friends over while you and mom are out to dinner?"

Dad: "Go fly a kite."

OR

Me: (as a teenager) "Can we abolish curfew?"

Dad: "Go fly a kite."

OR

Me: (now-ish, and something I would never(ish) ask...) "You want to watch the kids for a couple of days in your nursing home room?"

Dad: (I imagine would say...) "Go fly a kite."

Earlier this week Tim took the kids (who are all on spring break) to the park to fly kites. It was cold. The wind did not cooperate. And the children were not in the best of moods.

I recieved updates via text message while I was at work. Like these:

"I currently hate wind."

"EF is opting to play at the park."

"The boys are still trying."

"HennHouse kite flying extravaganza = disaster."

"Two of the three kites are out of commission. Everyone is waiting for the hot chocolate I promised them."

When Tim downloaded the photos, he named the folder, "Kite flying disaster."

I expect when the kids start asking for out-of-the-question things, he might start to reply, "Go fly a kite." And they will know exactly what he means.