But with great sadness we say goodbye to an old friend who has travelled a long and winding road with us.
I remember the rush to choose you after the panel said 'yes', picking you from the myriad of possibilities.
I recall the head scratching and instruction reading when you first came and the nerves; the confusion; the wrestling in the car and the eventual success of fitting you into our car.
When our little man grew bigger you were tucked away safe and sound in the garage.
Flossy and Lotty came and you answered our call. Yes, a little shabby but you faced this challenge. Others tried but they failed, to complicated & not comfy enough.
Those were the hard years, vomit, pee, poop, tears, snot, yoghurt raisins, juice, melted chocolate and ice cream to name some of your adversaries. You laughed at them all you were washable.
Then back to the garage to be forgotten.
New seats were a pail imitation of your utility and simplicity. Frustrations came. If only we still had..........but..........yes, there at the back under the rubbish.
Ever the faithful you answered the call.
Though shabby and threadbare you held your cargo safe and sound and comfy.
But now your time has come to an end. Peanut has grown and Mrs C declared you redundant.
This time we are sure. Mrs C mentioned the tip.
I have been issued my orders and we will take our last drive today.
Your passing marks the end of an era.
So, well done good and faithful servant.
Ginger's Child Seat (June 1999 to July 2014)
Don't tell a soul but I'm hiding you in the garage. She'll never find you.