Two
of my five boys are in sports. My 9-year-old, Tyler, loves any kind of
competition. He’s basically a legend in his mind, and when he’s playing, he’s
playing to win the game. Jeremiah is my 6-year-old, and he has a different
goal in mind for playing sports: “winning” snacks at the end of the game.
Jeremiah is convinced he’s a soccer superstar because he “wins” snacks every
time. We’re not sure how much he actually enjoys soccer itself yet, but
apparently the snacks are worth it.
I
like to tell this story because


