It’s my Dad’s birthday today! Happy birthday Dad!
I’m going to tell you all a story about my Dad. When I was really young - that age when you’re far too young to remember anything at all - my family lived in an apartment complex down by College Park. We lived on the third floor, which was also the top floor - my parents had shrewdly made this decision because it meant that there was no one living above them to tromp around and wake them up at odd hours of the night. That was something my brother and I accomplished on our own, I’m sure.
I think we all went grocery shopping, and when we got back my parents left me and my brother upstairs so they could easily bring the rest of the groceries back up. Now, I want to preface this next part by saying that I am awesome and totally a genius. Somehow, at one and a half years old, I managed to climb the couch next to the door. I pushed the door closed, and then I locked it. Awesome.
My parents were back upstairs in less than five minutes, and all they could hear was me crying on the other side of the door. Maybe I fell off the couch or something - I sure as hell don’t remember. Apparently I started barfing too. Sweet. (My little brother, who was about 10 to 11 weeks old at the time, slept through everything, by the by.)
My parents are suitably freaking out because they don’t know what’s going on inside, and I’m making a huge racket. The problem is that the keys are on the couch that I climbed to lock the door, so they’re locked out. They call the landlord, who calls the maintenance guy, who brings his giant ring of keys.
Is it this one? No. Hmm, maybe it’s this one … Nope. Then maybe … NO. Apparently not a single one of his thousand keys goes to the door of my parents’ apartment. I’m still bawling inside, so by the exponential law of parenting my Mom and Dad are only getting more distressed.
So my Dad decides he’s going to climb up the side of the building. The way the story is told to me, he climbed up three balconies and kicked the glass door in.
When I got older, I drove by the apartment complex to see exactly how tall the building was that my Dad had scaled. I wish I had a picture to share with you guys, but basically, my Dad doesn’t screw around.
Happy Birthday Dad! Thanks for climbing that building, that was pretty cool of ya.
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Dude…your dad is like Batman lol. Hope he has a happy birthday ^_^
Now, that is an awesome story. Happy birhday “Mr. Ananth’s Dad.”
Did he invent the WWBD bracelet? (What would Batman do?)
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haha, thats freakin awsome.
I bet he had people sticking their heads out of windows and talking to him while he scaled the wall, just like Adam West’s Batman. ;)
OMG your dad rocks!
Awesome! Happy birthday to your dad!
I used to climb the washing machine by wedging myself between it and the dryer and putting my hands on the washing machine and my feet on the dryer behind me and crawling up. That’s how I got into the detergent.
that’s awesome! happy b-day Ananth’s Dad!
Dude, seriously, thanks for sharing such a cool story.
You’ve got a pretty cool dad and it’s obvious that you love and respect him.
Here’s to hoping that he has a bat-tastic birthday. *grins*
Happy b-day to ya dad!
All parents ought to have superhero skills. Seriously!
All parents do have super powers! Putting up with mischievous children is the ultimate super power! Happy Birthday Ananth’s dad!
Happy birthday to your Dad.
First - Happy Birthday to your Dad!
Second - Why do get a Superhero for a father!? Not fair. XD
Nice happy bday to ure dad sounds like a tight person. :)
Dude! That is awesome!
Your dad is like effin John Woo Dad!
Man you have a truly awesome father and I send him my wishes. Cause without him we won’t have you.
That’s awesome. But my dad’s bionic.
Soooo… who is your Dad’s Joker?
And.. who’s Robin?
And did the Batmobile have a car-seat?
PICS OR IT DIDN’T HAPPEN. Seriously though, if you (or perhaps a reader, if you gave the apartment address) could supply a pic as to the badass-ity of your dad, that’d be awesome.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANANTH’S DAD! (I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND CAPSLOCK WELL-WISHINGS!)
Need pictures?! Now I for one can testify to the idea of that happening to an apartment in College Park.
Anath your dad gets some serious props for that one. Hope he has a great day.
That’s what happened? Sweet what a wicked dad! A special happy b-day to him!
Nice story.
Happy Birthday for your dad
that’s so adorable
I have known one person who accomplished a similar feet. And know of a second who failed. The first was a good friend who, when locked out of his apartment, found that he and his roomies did not have keys on them. Rather than call maintenance (and wait for an hour or so) he scaled the three stories of the building and went in the unlocked sliding door. He did this three or four times while living in that apartment.
The second I do not know. He was probably drunk and locked out. He fell and broke his back, an arm, and a leg.
I am glad your dad falls in the first “awesome” category (more cool, even, than my friend. Since your dad did it for his kids) and not the second “idiot” category.
Dude, your dad is awsome, haha.
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That’s awesome.
Nice… I wish my dad would do something cool like that. Hope he has a happy birthday.
Happy Birthday BatDad! ^_^
Awesome.My mom did her own scaling of walls for me too. In my case i closed the door with a sliding deadbolt. I couldn’t open it and started bawling my head off in the end my mom had to climb over the entertainment stand and over the wall through the gap between the wall and ceiling* house was an old colonial* Yeah crying kids and desperate parents equal wicked stories. Hope your dad had a great b-day!
That’s the best dad story ever. Happy Birthday Batman!
Awesome dad ftw!
(My dad once climbed a tree to get my sister down, but other than that my parents subscribed to the ‘they got up there, and they can get down’ belief. Which was okay since we rarely got stuck. Fun times, climbing up and down the laundry chute).
Happy (late) Birthday Mr. Ananth’s Dad!
My mom told me that I locked them out of the car one day. They said I was laughing when they said to open the door.
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