I will confess, I was thrilled when we bought our minivan five years ago. I was pregnant with my fourth child and was tired of cramming three carseats together in the backseat of our Subaru wagon. I love the Subaru, but long trips meant I had to sit with a cooler in my lap and listen to my kids spend HOURS poking each other because they were mere millimeters apart.
So going minivan was the right choice for us. In the momiverse, some minivans are cooler than others, but really, in the realm of coolness, I have fallen far off the charts.
Although they are completely impractical, I have to say, I currently covet the MINI Cooper. Perhaps they represent my long ago, single, urban, child-free life. Call me crazy, but when I see someone driving a MINI, they look like they are having a BLAST. When they grocery shop, they probably only buy one gallon of milk, not 8. When they go to the pool, they probably just grab a towel and a magazine. Not 6 towels, a cooler and a laundry basket full of toys. When they go out for dinner, it's probably not to McDonalds.