We borrowed a walker from Jon’s school for the summer, but due to an unfortunate incident early in the summer (Jon hit his legs on the adjustable bolts jutting from the frame) and the overwhelmingly popular cycling, we didn’t get to use it as much as he does at school. Still, he and I have been out the past two days (note the foam pads over the bolts).

Today, the Snowbirds passed overhead (part of the Canadian International Air Show) as we walked today and Jon froze and made a small noise. I expected terror, but as the deafening roar passed over, I heard a stream of awe-filled, testosterone-fueled chortles.

Maybe next year we’ll find a spot to try to watch them. It will require a lot of concentration for Jon: they move so fast, and out-of-sync from their sound. So maybe the enjoyment just comes from moments like this…