I am a superhero dad - at least that’s is what Little Miss told everyone at daycare the other day. She was telling them all about how strong and brave I am - so much so that the carers actually had to check with Wife to make sure the stories were true. But I guess you need the background for it all to make sense.

You see when we arrived back from our holidays we discovered we had left one little thing behind - the keys to the house! Not to be perturbed though we thought that it would just be a case of calling up the people we had left spares with. Luckily for us they were out.

So wishing to avoid any more recriminations and with the rain falling, I did the only thing that a man could do. I shoulder charged the door!

Now much to my surprise it actually worked just like in the movies. The door went craching down, closely followed by me. Of course the 2 kids were hysterically screaming at the sight of dear old dad smashing down the door, but at least wife stopped being hysterical about being locked out of the house.

All in all, I consider the move a success - the putting in of new door is proving time consuming though (especially as a 1 person job).

So the next day Little Miss went to daycare and told them all that daddy was a superhero because he smashed down the door.

I think this almost makes up for her declaring me the ‘loser’ at pretty much every event or artivity we partook in while on holidays - so young and yet so perceptive.

As for Usurper, she continues to damage my emotional wellbeing by doing things like pointing to my chest and going ‘BOOBIES!!!!’ - hmmmm no more ice cream for me