When I got back from somewhere abroad, Will, my loving, younger brother, informed me that the rest of the family had come to a consensus while I was gone. They’d decided that out of everyone in the family, Marshall would be the best one to see fall down the stairs.
They clarified this for me of course. It wasn’t that they wanted me to get hurt. They just knew that if it was me, not only would I fall down the stairs, I’d also take down all the videos stacked on the edge of the stairs with me.
That, evidently, set me apart as the best one to see fall down the stairs.
The upbeat moral of the story? The best falls are the fantastic ones.
