Well, it happened as if by magic. Our new car finally arrived.
We talked for months about trading in the van. Every time the conversation began, Birk cried with fits of tears. She loved the van, couldn't we save it for when she learned how to drive?
I didn't have the heart to tell her that there was no way that she would want to be driving this van around in 8 years. That is one of the things that parents just know and kids have to learn.
I didn't have the heart to tell her that there was no way that she would want to be driving this van around in 8 years. That is one of the things that parents just know and kids have to learn.
Her main reason to keep the van? You could eat In and Out in the van and fold down the seats for a private restaurant. For some reason, after all of the cool experiences I've provided for my children, they remember eating in the mini van as a highlight.
We are now squishing into the little car. It is zippy and cute, but it can't hold a candle to a Costco run with the mini van.
Ahhhhh, a chapter has ended. I, as a mom, provide hope to younger moms that they, too, "will someday get rid of the van." At least, this is what they tell me.
Now, every morning, I inhale the yummy new car scent and every morning, my kids complain that their car smells like a rental car.
Who doesn't love the smell of off-gassing? The younger generation, go figure!
