For the entire portion of my life ever since I began to consider my taste in vehicles, I have adamantly stated that I would never, ever, under no circumstances whatsoever own a minivan. Today, I retract those words as gracefully as possible.
We HAD to get a new car. The Ford F-350 that Alex drove may possibly be the least parent-friendly vehicle available. Getting the carseat snapped in required a three step process: (1) Set carseat on seat, (2) Stand on running board, and (3) Toss seat as far as possible, hoping that it lands correctly and snaps into base. Additionally, we had to rent a vehicle in order to travel with both the baby and the dogs, and we are planning another trip to Kentucky at the end of February (Yay!) So, it made since to bite the bullet now before spending the cash to rent again.
We went to the Honda dealership on Thursday evening, thoroughly expecting to leave with a Pilot. But after inspecting it in person, it just wasn’t going to be large enough for all our travels, especially if we have another child anytime in the near future. After I stated this thought, the salesmen asked me the dreaded question—“Have you considered a minivan?”
The truth was I had. In the back of my mind, I knew it fit every one of my requirements—big enough for a couple of carseats and dogs, fits in garage, high-safety rating—every requirement except that it not be a minivan for vanity’s sake. But who am I fooling? As a stay-at-home mom who lives in the suburbs, I should drive a mini-van. And now, after only a weekend, I do with no regrets …
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