You find yourself, after you have children, saying and doing the strangest things. Things you swore you would never, ever do in a million years. Things only, well, parents (like your own) might do.
And then you became a parent and suddenly many (not all) of those strange and unappealing things other parents did seemed to make sense. They were even desirable. You began to have visions, dreams...dare I say....longings.
Today, one of those dreams was fulfilled.
We actually bought the uncoolest, unhippest, unshiniest vehicle in the entire world: a minivan.
I frickin' love it.
Its roomy interior--no more feet in faces in the back
Side doors that open as if by magic (or house elves or brownies or some such) at the touch of a button
A place to put my purse
Hooks for grocery store bags
Window shades for the wee ones
Room for Grandmas and Nonnies and Friends and Neighbors
Really, the only improvement I can think of hasn't been invented yet (that I know of). It's a directional white noise generator that would drown out any unpleasant sounds from the back. (Let me know if you're interested in working up this project; I can do the business analysis and planning; just need someone to do the engineering.)
Never would I have imagined that I would get a genuine thrill from owning such a car! I have truly moved into another stage of parenthood. I look forward to many roomy car trips!