Earlier this summer, we made the transition from single-car family to two vehicles. I'd resisted for as long as I could, but since my husband frequently takes our one car out of town on business trips. Besides, with two carseats installed, the station wagon suddenly didn't seem as spacious as it once did. So we finally succumbed to the siren call of the new (used) van in the driveway.
There was a time when my husband was adamantly anti-minivan. He ridiculed anyone who would buy one and insisted that if we ever had to go to a larger vehicle, we'd be buying a passenger van, dammit. I quietly rolled my eyes. I admit there is something faintly ridiculous about owning both a station wagon and a minivan, but, well, welcome to yuppie-ville, folks.