I told myself I'd never drive a *gag* minivan. I hate minivans and everything that they stand for. Not only are they visually repulsive, but purchasing one means you've officially given up whatever scrap of youth you had left after popping out a couple of kids. They are reserved for those people who insist on producing children by the litter. I promised myself I'd never drive a minivan. That is until, I saw it....
It floated into the parking lot like a gleaming space age DustBuster on 13" rims. It parked, and both side doors slid open. At this point I'm leaned almost completely out of the window of my car, unblinking and mouth agape. I was half expecting some harried-looking woman in elastic-waisted Lee's to pop out, but no. And I was totally expecting 14 Kool-Aid mouthed kids to come screaming out all at once, but no. It was a normal person with normal kids, much like myself. All three tidy looking children completely exited the vehicle without one getting crawled over or smacked in the eyeball.
Now it's all I think about whenever I'm driving any or all of my children somewhere. I really love my car (you'd think I hated it if you saw the state it's in), but it's time to give in and find something that doesn't require my three kids to pack in the backseat like little sardines... I practically need a shoehorn to get them it. And holy crap, having the kids out of arm's reach of each other would save me so much screaming into the rearview mirror.
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