When my wife and I first got married, she complained to me that she didn't feel as special anymore with her parents. She said that every time she talked to them, they would spend the whole time asking about me. How was I doing? What was I doing? How was my job going? It irked her, because they wouldn't even ask about her after the "me" inquiry.
Now, when she talks to them, they only ask about the baby. I suddenly feel neglected and less special. I guess this is how my wife felt all of those years being relegated to second place. I guess I should count my blessings that at least I'm not in third place like my wife now is. Actually, now that I think about it, I wouldn't be surprised if she leaped-frogged me since she's the one carrying the baby. Great! I feel even worse now. I AM in third place!
The worst part is that they call my son the "coming king." Seriously?! We already have a king in this household, and he's neither dead nor ready to abdicate his throne yet! Call him the "coming prince" if you like, but that's it. He'll have his day, but until then, the king is securely installed on the throne...in third place.
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