Brady had a scrimmage here in town this evening so the rest of us headed over to watch him play.
I was perched on the bleachers between and slightly behind Isaac and Adam, who were sitting in chairs they'd brought along. At one point between innings when nothing exciting was going on, my focus shifted from the field to my companions. I glanced from one to the other and back again and chuckled to myself, because in that moment of down time, they'd assumed identical positions, with heads bent over their phones, playing their respective video games.
Like father, like son, I thought. Screen time aside, I am grateful that my kids have a great father in Adam. They are blessed to have him -- as am I.
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