Both are pretty naturally gifted sportsmen – nothing makes me prouder than standing on the sidelines cheering them on.
I've done it in blizzards, gales, scorching sunshine (this one very rarely) and always tried to show encouragement to them and their team-mates.
But like many parents, I've seen and heard other adults take it all too seriously and worse, vent their frustrations at children and young people playing on the park.
Though you may want to hibernate your way through this procedural bit of the independence referendum debate, you really should sit up and pay attention.
It might be tedious, there might be an awful lot of gesticulating and noise-making from the political parties and respective parliamentary institutions, but actually some of the decisions reached in these early days will have profound and longlasting impact.
No one could fail to have been repulsed by the pictures of the squalor in which little Declan Hainey’s body was found. Nor made heart sore by the appealing photo of the wee boy, his cherubic features and toothy grin emphasising just how young and innocent he was when murdered.
I've never been shy of banging on about the lack of women commentators on Newsnight Scotland. All too often, we get an all bloke affair: I've lost count of the number of times this has happened and it was only after concerted criticism that a fleeting attempt was made to rectify matters.
I never do owt so rash as promise to change at New Year. I can think of nothing worse than removing clothing, doing without comfort food or taking up a new hobby in the darkest depths of winter when cash flow has slowed to a trickle. I wait until early summer to come up with madcap ideas but be assured, I break my resolutions just as quickly as any made in January.