Ever since Geoff and I got married he had been begging for a mini-van (up until yesterday I thought he had been joking). I told him there was no way we were going to be childless mini-van owners, but then we had a baby. I then went with, "You can't have a mini-van with only one kid!"
I then got pregnant again. Since I was clearly running out of reasons why we couldn't be miniature-van people, I could feel the time was coming near (I just didn't think it was this near). End of story, last night Geoff pulled up dancing in a mini-van driver seat happy as a clam.
Geoff is now living his version of the American Dream, and I'm happy if he's happy. I'm also happy if Ivy's happy, which is a lot more likely with a DVD player on long drives. All you mini-vanners out there have promised that 24 hours in that thing and it'll change my life, something about side doors or something? I'll keep you posted. Until then, I'll have to keep watching this video to convince me that vans can have swagger too. (I may not have to be convinced at all though, Geoff drove his pride-ride to work this morning...)