Last week Shea called me while driving a minivan.
"It's beautiful. So ridiculously cool! It has a center console where you can set things."
Then he came home two days later, still swooning about this beautiful ride while I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they'd fall out.
The minivan turned 30 this year. I'll admit, the van-car style come along away since the 1984 Dodge Caravan (half car half van, get it?) with its boxy design and and fake wood paneling.
It's not that I don't want a van. I mean, I guess the leg room would be nice. Changing diapers without hunching over would definitely be an improvement. A door that opened on its own would probably change my grocery store with toddler stress mess.
But, then I look at my backseat and see the chaos of cracker crumbs and trains. Imagine when we actually had more room to spread out and get comfortable. Do car detailing shops have monthly memberships?
Plus it's just so big. I can barely fit my car in the garage now between all the storage, sand toys, lawn mower and Christmas decorations. And the horrid gas mileage.
We fit in our cars. Henry is still in his infant carrier seat at 2 years old. We're small, mighty and suited for sedans.
And guess what? They even have consoles where we can set things with built-in cup holders!