Grasshopper Hill

The last time Mrs. Ottawacker took Ottawacker Jr. to this hill, she ended up with a bruised back and couldn't walk for a week. Even worse, it meant I was the sole cook in the house. So when she announced she was going to take him there again, there was naturally a certain amount of trepidation in the house. 

Fortunately all passed well, and while the downtown core was being treated as a downtown pissoir, a pleasant afternoon was had. 

Now fully vaccinated, Ottawacker Jr. then followed this up with an outdoor birthday party (fire pit, skating rink). Mrs. Ottawacker and I sat at home, cooked Sunday dinner and waited for him to come home. He's nine. We'd better find new hobbies.