That's how Dad and I remember you from TV back in the 1950's.
I still recall reading about your story as a kid from back in the Vaudeville days in New York. It was when your beloved Mom coerced you into starting your number by walking on stage with the wrong foot.
The purpose of course was for you to gain more attention from the audience, as embarrasing as it must have been for you.
And the ensueing mess worked in your favor in the long run.
How great it would have been to hear the story directly from you in person.
Anyway, Keep em laughing up there.