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CuAus: Routine
Carlos opened the door, a struggling four-year-old under his arm and the ultimate look of annoyance on his face. Carlos sighed before he put the boy down, who huffed and crossed his arms.
"Is everything alright?" Roderich asked, stepping into the room. "You're later than I expected."
"Don't ever ask me to pick him up again," Carlos said, leaning against the wall and massaging his temples.
"Why? What happened?"
…
Carlos had gone to pick up Hans because Roderich had something else to tend to. Luckily, the woman that took care of Hans during the day recognised Carlos and knew that it was safe to entrust the boy with him. However…
"Where's Vati?" Hans asked.
"He had to take care of something," Carlos replied. "So, I guess it's just you and me. Maybe we can get an ice-cream."
Hans frowned and shook his head, taking a step back.
"Vati's the one that always comes to pick me up," Hans said. "I'm not supposed to go with anyone except Vati."
"Well, Vati can't come now," Carlos said, not liking Hans's behaviour.
"No!"
"Sweetie," Elizaveta said, crouching down to Hans's level, "you can go with Carlos. Vati trusts him."
"No! Vati picks me up!"
Carlos spent the next few minutes trying to convince the four-year-old that it was alright to go with Carlos, without success. Eventually, Carlos had to resort to picking up and carrying Hans to the car, despite his screaming and struggling. Carlos had to get him into the car as quickly as possible and had to lock the door. He winced when he saw Hans banging on the window, screaming to be let out.
The Cuban had to rush home, since Hans continued to scream for help and banging on the window. He only hoped that he wasn't pulled over by a police officer. He would have a lot of explaining to do and he didn't think that he would be believed.
…
"I am never picking him up again!" Carlos exclaimed.
Roderich didn't respond immediately, since he was too busy laughing. And to make matters worse for Carlos, Hans was hugging Roderich around the legs, as though looking for sympathy.
"Well," Roderich said at last, "at least we know he's not likely to go into a car with a stranger."
I only know this from second-hand account, but my dad does not let me forget this. So, one of the first hints that I was a creature of habit was this tantrum I threw when my dad came to pick me up instead of my mom. He said he had to rush home because I was literally banging on the windows and yelling for help, all because he picked me up from daycare. It was when he brought this up again and I told him about the fact that it meant I was less likely to be kidnapped that I thought of using that for one of these chapters.