We did have that family BBQ on Saturday at my brother's. I had been looking forward to it since I hadn't had a truly Canadian grill experience in several years. Nothing wrong with the Japanese version, but I can't live on yakisoba alone. My brother, of course, was the grillmaster.
Our dodgeball was as innocent as a lamb. We used a soft furry soccer ball, and at this point, my niece couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. But I did get a good workout just getting the ball. Of course, I didn't tell her about my junior high school days of having to endure the far more dangerous version, known as Murderball, using fully-inflated basketballs. I hope she never encounters that game.
