Chess, the true test of brotherhood

The boys decided, of their own accord, to play chess tonight.  Matt and I were delighted (he's holding his tongue here).  They have seemed so addicted to screens lately that this seemed to be a great turn of events.  Matt had played with them the other night, but they hadn't played each other in over a year.  This picture was toward the middle of the game.  What I couldn't capture without appearing insensitive were the tears at the end of the game, and the declaration that, "I am never playing chess with you again!" from the boy who didn't win. Sigh.