I cannot drive my minivan.
A minivan is a necessary evil when one must transport three or more
children in car seats. When we learned we were expecting twins, my
parents-in-law generously donated their minivan to our cause. As
grateful as I am, I cannot maneuver this monstrosity. In three months
time my previously impeccable driving record has been demolished. At a
recent Twins By the Bay meeting I managed to get the thing wedged into a
parking space so tightly I could not get it out (luckily a very
pregnant woman with nerves of steel managed to do this for me). Then,
on my first day back at work, I backed the thing right into a parked
car, cracking the bumper. I never even saw it. (Yes, I left a note.)
I'm not even sure I'm legally eligible to drive a car this large. I am
four feet, eleven and a half inches tall and, technically speaking, I
think you have to be five feet to legally drive (my license says I'm an
even five feet). In fact, according to the state of California, a
person my size should still be in a car seat. I should definitely not
be driving a minivan...
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