I don't know if it's because he wants to emulate that classic scene when a Chelsea mascot took the micky out of Stevie G in the tunnel before a match at Stamford Bridge, or if he just wants to hold Super Frankie Lampard's hand, but my boy Danny wants to be one.
I have to say, I've never had a remotest interest in becoming a mascot - I suspect that then, like now it can cost a pretty penny - and as we were the original living in a shoebox family, we could not afford to spend money in such an idle fashion.
As the years went by, I've noticed that some clubs now have more than one mascot per team per game.
And in the Champions League and other really high-profile games, there is actually a whole team of mascots.
So, I've made it my life's work to try and find a no-cost way of providing my boy with the chance of his lifetime and walk out onto the pitch holding Lamps's or JT's hand.
Now, being such an experienced and well-respected journalist, I would have hoped that Chelsea, the team I have watched since I was a baby, and whom I have covered professionally for the best part of 20 years, might have offered to have Danny and his kid brother Jake as an honoured mascot for the day.
I'm still hoping that media chums might still make that happen, however, I've just become aware of a fabulous competition that is coming up on Saturday that will allow for two youngsters to be Chelsea official mascots for the upcoming FA Cup Final.
Gulp!, I know, I should not even be telling you about it, but I just have to pass on the information.
No, I can't - the next best thing I can do is to alert you to The Guardian newspaper this Saturday.
Open up The Family section and look very carefully - you might find something to your advantage.
There, I've said it and in the same sentenced condemned my boys to another chance missed.