|Ready to drive it off the lot!|
And so, with a sense of resignation, I took it for a test drive. It had to be me, as I would be the primary driver. I was certain that once I awkwardly took the wheel, feeling much like a bus driver, the deal would be sunk. I was wrong. I felt such uncharacteristic ease as I maneuvered the glorious Sienna around the suburban streets of Lakewood! I loved it. Sold.
|The belly and our heroic minivan|
During both accidents in the Sienna, our beloved minivan absorbed the impact beautifully. We didn’t even fix the damage from being rear-ended, as it was nearly imperceptible. More importantly, our Sienna protected my growing baby, with a little help from the sheltered cushioning of my womb. In both cases, my daughter was in the car with me (let me tell you what a horrible bit of bad luck that is) and we were both free of any injuries. Our new van proved its worth in the safety department. As chance would have it, we had the same paramedics in each accident, and we were well-cared for by the police officers and firefighters that appeared with a teddy bear for my rattled preschooler.
|The sheer volume of crap accommodated is impressive|
It goes without saying that minivans are terribly useful when traveling with children. It is infinitely easier to put a child in his/her carseat when not leaning over a sedan. Each child has their own seat, again with plenty of leg room, and there is an overwhelming amount of space for toting piles of unnecessary crap. Sure, we end up storing a preposterous amount of art supplies, (word to the wise- never leave unattended crayons in a car on a sunny day) and our van is the place where goldfish crackers go to die, but my husband is fairly vigilant in his efforts to keep our Sienna tidy and free of mysterious odors.