Wednesday April 22nd, 2015

The exercise:

Write about something or someone that has been: usurped.

After spending the morning with Max and Kat, Sam and Sarah headed back to Vancouver around lunch time. It was a quick visit but a good one, I thought.

Max seemed to agree.

Mine:

Yesterday morning we took Sam's rental car to town, so I had to grab Max's car seat out of our car before Kat left for work. When it was time to get going I installed it and asked him if he wanted me in the backseat beside him. He said yes, as I figured he would.

Sam drove us to the coffee shop and we hung out there for a while. Then it was time to get back in the car to make the short drive to the park. We got him buckled in, with Sarah helping from the backseat. I asked him if he wanted her back there with him... and he said yes.

And told me to sit up front.

Okay. I was glad he was getting comfortable with her but was a touch surprised. We got to the park without even a whiff of trouble from the backseat and had a good time playing there.

When it was time to get going for lunch Max was not especially happy. I had him buckled in when things started getting worse, so I brought him out and the two of us sat in the shade of a tree and talked things over.

I eventually figured out a way to get him back in there and he calmed down, which was a relief. I brought him back over, got him buckled in... and then he got upset at the idea of me sitting beside him.

"Do you want Sarah back there with you?"

"Yeah!"

That was when I officially felt like my position had been usurped.