It’s time to get Chandler a helmet
I can’t believe it has taken me this long to come to this conclusion. Chandler does so many potentially head damaging things you’d think I would have made the investment earlier.
What has prompted this newfound desire to protect my little dude’s dome?
Nunchucks.
Yeah, I said it. I got me some nunchucks!
Look out crime! Justice has a new set of nunchucks! And a baby!
This nunchuck thing looks easy!
Run for the hills! Chandler has nunchucks!
Chandler, I don’t think this is how they work.
THIS is how they work.
That was the last picture we took because I nunchucked the camera to a million little pieces.
Okay, so there may be a lot of questions especially from all you mothers out there. I imagine your questions are along the lines of, “WHAT!?” and “NO!!!!!” That second one wasn’t really a question, but I get your point. Don’t worry, I won’t nunchuck my child.
So why do I have nunchucks?
Here’s the story: I have this friend. This really good friend. This REALLY REALLY good friend. He lives in Tokyo right now, working for Wieden + Kennedy, the world’s greatest advertising agency.
When he left for Japan I begged him to get me a set of authentic nunchucks. Like every well adjusted guy my age, I was/am a huge Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle fan. And because I wanted to be funny, Michelangelo was my favorite. Plus he was the only Ninja Turtle who actually used his weapon the way it was intended to be used.
Well today something amazing and unexpected arrived in the mail. After almost 2 years of being in Japan, my friend finally found an authentic, non-touristy, set of nunchucks.
Okay, now I have an amazing wife, an unstoppable son, an iPad, and nunchucks. What else could I possibly want? Oh yeah….a real mustache….
