I’m proud to say that, despite my many years of drawing breath, I have never bought a car. And thanks to some very generous friends (with a large child and a small apartment), my streak remains intact—although we now proudly hold the title to a “pre-owned” toddler bed shaped like a snub-nosed Ferrari. (Older brother sold separately.) When Robert first saw it, he deemed it the Coolest Thing Ever and immediately pounced on it, blithely shoving away anyone who tried to climb up with him.
Yes, my son sleeps in a used car. Real estate being what it is, he might as well get used to it.
