My toddler son falls a lot. I’m convinced he’s the clumsiest human being on planet earth. I’ve witnessed men drink more alcohol than any person should, only to exit the bar with more grace and awareness than my youngest. A brief example — I packed my wife and kids up over the weekend to have a (socially distanced) holiday party at my dad’s house. Pops just finished his dream backyard setup, which features a beautiful drop-off deck that walks out to a stamped-out patio. It’s gorgeous and goals and all of that, but it’s horrendously un-Lucas proof. There are two small sets of stairs on either side of the deck that lead to the patio. There is no hand rail protecting the space between said sets of stairs. You already know where this is going, as my wife and I did the moment we arrived. Despite our best efforts, my son took a small…
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