sacrifices
We're in the process of replacing my beloved two-seater soft-top convertible... with a station wagon. Apparently, it's not such a good idea to cart your infant around in the passenger seat of your roadster.
Granted, the station wagon is a far cry from the wagons with bench seats and faux wood paneling that we grew up with, and it drives pretty well. But if, one day, this kid is looking through our old photos and remarks at just how cool we "used to be", "way back when you owned a convertible," someone's getting grounded. For a long time.
Leave a comment