Daddy Fall Down
So recently I mentioned that my old nickname “E” has fallen away and Chandler no longer calls me that. But my old nickname is not the only thing that has fallen. In this house, I am constantly falling.
You see, as a father, I don’t bring many skills to the table. But as a comedian, I am an expert fall guy. I can do pratfalls that would put me in the Chevy Chase Hall of Fame (if such a thing ever existed). And Chandler LOVES seeing me fall down. And if it looks like it hurt, that’s even better. And if Chandler gets to push me down, well that’s just the cherry on the top.
So recently I have earned a new name. I’ll come home from a long day of hard work ready to see my loving family. And like out of a scene from “Daddy Knows Best” I’ll walk in the door and say, “I’m home!” As I walk up to my son to give him a hug I’m greeted with a push to the chest and “Daddy Fall Down!”
“But Chandler, can’t I get a hug first?”
“No, Daddy. Fall down!”
There have been times that I have gone to wake Chandler from a nap, and before his eyes are even open, just from hearing my voice, he will say, “Daddy Fall Down!”
“Here’s your juice Chandler.”
“Daddy Fall Down!”
“Okay Chandler, time to put your shoes on.”
“Daddy Fall Down!”
“Hey Chandler, want me to fall down?”
“Daddy Fall D - YES, PLEASE!”
And of course…I fall down every time.
