Superdad
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There was I, feeling like a superdad on my way to pick my son up from daycare. I had just put together a stew in 30 min, stuck into the oven, enough time to be cooked for Sebastian’s dinner, and in time for me to get in the car and pick him up from day care. Little I knew about what fate had prepared for me.
It was pouring rain in San Francisco. So, on my way out of the daycare I wrapped Sebastian in my jacket and proceeded to my car. Opened the car and unwrapped him out from my rain jacket and strapped him to the car seat, he was pretty dry, and I was already wet. In the middle of the rain and this maneuver I sort of heard a strange noise that sounded as the locks setting. As I was stepping out of the back seat, I thought that I’d leave my jacket in the back seat, as I’d have to wrap Sebastian again when getting home. I slammed the back seat door and just like that, I had lock myself out of the car, Sebastian inside, cell phone inside, jacket with car keys inside, and 42 degrees under the pouring rain outside.
After failed attempts of opening one of the rear windows of my car, which is supposedly damaged, and at times had decided to lowered itself, of course not this time. I proceeded then to try to get a wire hanger thorugh the edge of the window to see if by any luck I could trigger the locks, needless to say I couldn’t get the hanger through the edge of the window. Then feeling pretty stupid myself soaking wet under the rain I tried to break the window, of course with not enough strength, as I was concerned the shattered glass could harm Sebastian. I was running out of ideas and was afraid of Sebastian being closed with no air inside the car. At this point I am talking about 25 min under the rain, and by the way Sebastian spent all this time looking at me through the window smiling and sort of curious of what superdad was doing outside the car getting wet.
Finally, to make long story short, firefighters came in, somebody had called 911. In matter of seconds they broke into the car and got the keys out. After thanking the firefighters and the personnel at day care facility, I had to rush home because the stew was in the oven, and Vanessa wouldn’t be for another half hour home.
At least got in time for the stew, which Sebastian, of course, didn’t even try.
Tune in for the next episode of superdad…
I’m a pretty absent minded guy and this has been one of the nightmare scenarios that has thankfully not come to pass for me. Of course, in my nightmare my daughter would have been crying on top of all this.
My daughter has entered that phase where she believes her dad knows everything and excels in everything he does. For e.g. Yesterday, to sate her desire on everything related to chess I suggested that perhaps we could invite fellow blogger anupcs over for a game of chess and where she could observe a serious game of chess - she was excited by that prospect.
Then the conversation turned to who the best chess players in the world were. I talked about Grand Masters and named Gary Kasparov and V Anand as among the two top players. To which her response was
“Yeah! Kasparov, Anand, you and are the best chess players in the world”. I doubt Kasparov and Anand have taken so much joy in winning their matches as I did from hearing he say that 
I hope she will be kind to her old man, when reality hits.
Reality will come in the form of anupcs soon but right now, he has just survived a day of driving back from the slopes in snow, rain, hail and still 2 hours away from home. Not pleasant and chess is far from the mind. La Nina, my foot.
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