Before children I fully intended to fight the inevitable minivan much harder than I actually did. (I say inevitable because I've always known I'm too cheap to own a fancy SUV with a third row.) I thought, "Surely I can make it to 30 before giving in. Who wants to drive a minivan in their 20s?" Pride much?
But can I just say- it. is. awesome.
In case you don't know, I am tall. I hated having to bend myself in half to get the boys in and out of the car. And I practically had to crawl out of it with my ridiculously long legs after riding in it. Also, the third row doubles as a changing table. And I can fit my groceries in the back, even with the stroller, rather than having to pile them in the passenger seat because there was not a square inch of room left in the trunk when our double stroller was in it. Plus, when we went on vacay we just popped the back row out of that bad boy and loaded it up. The Hubs even said, "It feels like we're cheating," because there wasn't stuff in our laps.
Did I mention this is my Mema's 1999 minivan with a tape deck and fluffy seatbelt cover? Don't worry, I've never claimed to be hip or trendy.
So there. I drive a minivan, and yes, I like it.
Glad you were curious enough to read.
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