Now that Q is in school and we are having the occasional illness inducing playdate*, we’ve begun the car seat shuffle. Even though some of Q’s friends could actually sit in R’s car seat, they don’t want to look like a baby. So we take out the car seat and put in the extra booster and have to reinstall the car seat again the next morning. What I wouldn’t give for a third row!
It’s got me thinking that we will need to upgrade to a minivan soon.
I’ve been resistant, oh so resistant.
Maybe because I don’t have a car payment and buying a minivan will mean a loan.
Partly because a little piece of me will die. It’s like that last vestige of youth. Buying a minivan means you are no longer young and unencumbered.
Not that I want to be unencumbered; I love my family.
The gray hairs? Yeah, I could do without those.
Maybe I need a Swagger Wagon.
*We’ve gotten strep and impetigo from playdates and been exposed to mumps.
(Visit the Toyota Sienna Swagger Wagon YouTube channel for more funny videos. At least I think they’re funny. But what do I know, I’m old and encumbered.)
Tongue-in-Cheek Disclosure: Toyota did not ask me to blog about their Swagger Wagon, but if they’d like to set me up in a Sienna to help with the playdate carseat shuffle and make our 200-miles EACH WAY drive to the endocrinologist a little more comfortable, they know how to reach me.