Infiniti and Beyond...

You would think buying a new car would be a thing to celebrate. However, this week's little experience has left us a little down in the mouth. It's not that the car itself is a problem, it's lovely. It's just that in a town like Naperville image is everything, and Ross has gone from Mr Cool to Soccer Mom in one day.
Let me explain. At the end of the month our son, popularly known on the blog as Orphan No.1, is coming to visit with three friends. Although the Infiniti is nice enough, it only seats four comfortably and would leave absolutely no room for luggage.
I can hear what you're saying already. Why not rent one? Good idea. After all we did it before when Ross's brother and his family came to stay last summer. In fact we wouldn't have even needed to do that, because The Oracle kindly offered to lend his car for the airport pick up.
Despite all this, for some reason it made better sense to save the $100 in car rental to spend thousands on a new eight seater car.
"It will be useful," I reasoned. "I know we finally have all our furniture (we even transported a digital piano in my tiny Yaris) but it will be so much easier when we have guests. And I'm sure they'll be other bulky things we need to purchase at some stage."
We shipped very little when we moved from England, so have spent this last year buying everything new. It is fun, but let me assure you there is not so much a teaspoon in this house that we didn't spend months arguing over before buying.
So it may surprise you to learn that Ross exchanged his car in one evening. He went into the garage at 6 p.m. and drove the new one, a Toyota Sienna, out by 9 p.m.
We were very happy with it until we started getting comments from friends.
"Normally when you have a mid-life crisis you end up with a sports car."
"Oh that's a soccer mom's car."
"What was wrong with the other car? Didn't you like it?"
So we now have a five bedroomed house and an eight seater car for two people. If anyone needs a lift to the airport, let us know....