Today was an exciting day for me. It was the first day that my son would get to witness his father perform athletically. Yes, football would have been the preferred sport to show my son, but we ended up with kickball. It happens to be an awesome sport, once enjoyed by 8 year olds, shunned by high schoolers, only to be loved again in our mid 20’s to 30’s. Kinsey and I had planned everything out. She would only get to bat, and would not play defense, so that she could stay with Cason. She asked if I would sit once or twice, but I told her that my deer like agility would be needed. Fact: Deer can’t catch balls, so that was a poor animal to use. She bought in anyways.
We get Cason ready, put on our uniforms (I would say the name of the team, but it may not fly with the suits… I happen to think it’s funny… Kinsey doesn’t, but she pretends not to like a lot of my ideas), we got waters, warmed up some of Kinsey’s “healthy enchiladas”, ate, and got in the car. By the way, I am pretty sure Kinsey’s “healthy enchiladas” are not healthy. They are fried, and salty, like regular ones. She says they are healthy because she used low carb tortillas. Gotta love this girl.
On the way to our game, Kinsey’s car sends us a fun message that states: coolant level low. Like any normal driver, we ignored it because that means we have some time before anything crazy happens. Wrong. Then a new message popped up: Pull car over. Engine overheating. First of all, when did cars become smart enough to communicate so well. We pulled over, checked the coolant fluid, it was gone. Kinsey had just filled it up, but it’s ok, she had some left over. Poured that bad boy in, got back in the car, turned it on, and waited for the heat level to drop. Did not happen, and the pull over message reappeared. Popped the hood again, coolant fluid was gone. Looks like we got some sort of freak a leak. Guess who got to jog back home to get his car in 103 degree heat? Fun times. I didn’t know if I was suffering from runners high or hallucinating from a heat stroke. We finally get home, all hot and bothered, and then we remembered that we don’t remember where we left Kinsey’s car. Too tired to deal with that business. If we find it, great! If we don’t… oh well. The Chavez Bad Luck Tour 2012 continues! And lil Cason didn’t get to witness me play an elementary school sport.