Speaking of basketball… it probably won’t happen this summer, but man! I want a basketball net up above the Parsonage garage. When I was a teenager me and my brother and sisters and dad used to play Horse in the summer, out back under the maple trees during my dad’s lunch breaks. Quintessential summer. I haven’t played in ages but Steven’s pretty decent and could teach me a thing or two.
Plus, there’s a hilarious video of Steven when he was maybe three, solemnly refusing to shoot hoops with his dad because “I’m not the good one. I don’t throw well.” I can’t see Paul doing the same (tiny boy, big ego; he’d probably clap for himself) but I’m sure other cuteness would ensue.