The Occasional Solipsist

So today we picked up the new Family Automobile: A slightly used, 2002 Ford Focus.

Now I know that not too long ago, I posted about how men shouldn't be afraid to get involved in as many of the baby-related tasks as they want to be involved in.

And I'm not changing that opinion.

I take the late night shift bottle-feeding Trinity, I change, bathe and cuddle her, and I have already changed a lion's share of diapers. I am enjoying my role in this whole thing. And when I get the attitude from people that my active role somehow makes me weird, well, you can imagine the 'go fuck yourself' that's lurking behind my quiet brushoff of those comments.

That all being said though, there's something distinctly concrete about signing for ownership of a station wagon, knowing full well that I will soon be parting with my somewhat sporty 2 door pre-parenthood vehicle. I mean, I'm all for owning my share of parental resposibilities, but a station wagon?

The scratching sound that signature made seemed unnaturally loud to me.

Significantly loud.

Well at least its not a fucking minivan.

Shudder.

So what I am looking for is some help with the naming of the car, every car having to have some kind of nickname attached to it.

So far the best that I've come up with is The MyTesticlesAreInMyWifesPurseMobile. First runner-up was The HotGirlsWhoArentMyWifeRepeller.

If anyone comes up with a better name for the new wheels, feel free to fire it off to me.

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