I was in my minivan with my kids at the grocery store the other day when a woman ran up to me out of nowhere asking for help opening a bottle. She thanked me and said it was the minivan that made her think I’d be helpful. “It’s a minivan - he has kids, I was thinking.”

When you drive a minivan you’re the whole world’s daddy, apparently.

Also, I can lay a piece of plywood flat in the back of my minivan. Most of these “manly trucks” out there with their back seat eating up their bed length can’t even say that.