The other day I was putting some clothes away in my bedroom and Ben came running in to ask to watch a new show. No big deal, right? It was a Saturday and he was getting his allotted screen time. The girls were napping still, and I was just finishing up a few chores. The funny part is that Ben ran to get me when sitting on the couch not even two inches away from the remote was Pat. Now this is not a commentary on Pat’s parenting. Ben didn’t say a word to him, just ran off to find me. And this isn’t the only time things like this have happened.