No offense to anyone intended. That being said, minivan, seriously a effing minivan.
I have 4 children, 2 are grown now, but still...
We somehow made our Ford Expedition, and 4 door pickup with a bench seat in front and back, work while we had the 6 of us.
I always felt if my life came to the point of driving a minivan, I might as well go balls deep and get an effing purse, fanny pack, and except a rack to the nuts every time one of my buddies see's me in it.
Don't let the wife turn that page on you. I know you think it will just be a short phase of compromise, it wont. You will have to live with being a minivan guy the rest of your days.
Its like the story of my bridge building buddy, for 25 years he built bridges, he was the best in the country. Everyone knew him "Jimmy the bridge builder". Everyday Jimmy packed his lunch, went to his job site, did his job, was hugely respected as being the best in the business. One night not long ago Jimmy was out having drinks with his coworkers, they get pretty boozed up. Jimmy and his coworker Benny ended up but f**king each other. From that day forward Jimmy was known not as "Jimmy the bridge builder", but as "Jimmy the butt f**king bridge builder."
Seriously, I can't stop laughing at this. This might be the most incredible post ever on this site. Moral of the story, "if you buy a minivan, you can't not burgle the turds."
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What if you carry a 1911 with an extra mag in your fanny pack? (Certainly not a glock, that's straight up gay)
I heard Benny was sporting a 1911 whilst being excavated. Just sayin'