Football Season.

There is just something really magical about freezing your buns off as a family.

And chasing the kids down before they make it onto the field, creating a sort-of game of our own.

The players' parents in the crowd laugh at us and clap when we catch our sons in the nick-of-time. They tell us stories of when their boys were young and we can see the longing in their faces for those sweet, fleeting days of young-parenthood.

Any frustration we might have felt with our boys resolves into pure adoration.

Hey, presto.