It is to laugh
This past spring, when I needed to get a new car, my husband wanted me to get a sedan to save fuel, while I insisted on getting another minivan. He was perplexed: “Now that the kids aren’t toddlers anymore, he asked, why would I want a minivan?” Carpools, was my one word answer. Then, showing how disconnected the life of a working man is from that of a suburban mom, he said, “But you don’t do that many carpools.” I still insisted on the minivan and I got it.
This week alone, over the course of a few carpools, I have had seven adults (Mom’s night out), fifteen kids (over three separate carpools), and one little dog in my minivan. It would have been a lot less comfortable in that hypothetical sedan. And, just to make things a little better, I filled my tank today for less than $20!
UPDATE: Thanks, Earl. I get carried away with my typing sometimes.