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.