Future Soccer Mom?

They say the first step is admitting you have a problem, so here goes. Hi, my name is Linda and I desperately want a minivan. That feels better. I actually don't want just any minivan. I want a newish Honda Odyssey Touring Minivan, preferably in a blue pearl. So, what's wrong with that, you ask? I am not a minivan mom. I did not ride a pink bike with tassels as a child nor did I begin planning my wedding at the age of 10. I stripped my Barbie dolls of their pretty garb, cut their hair, and created a Barbie nudist camp in my closet. I rode a yellow bike with a black banana seat and chased my sisters with frogs that my boy friends and I had caught. To be honest with you I really had no clue that I would ever get married and have kids. The way I partied in my twenties I was actually quite surprised to even see thirty come and go.
No, no, no! I am an SUV mom. A mom with a past. A mom who never shied away from dancing on the podiums at The Graduate. A mom who once tricked men into buying her drinks at a club when a boyfriend had cut her off. A mom who kept journals full of crazy adventures, that are now safely stored in a secret location for fear of being discovered. A mom who kissed many boys, some whose names she did not know.
I can't own a minivan! But still it calls to me. The DVD rear entertainment system. The heated leather seats. The FIFTEEN beverage holders. Yes. Fifteen. The satellite navigation system. The in-floor storage. The integrated sun shades in the second row. The reality that I can place my children safely in their own comfortable space and still have them far enough away to not hear them while I drive. It's heaven I tell you!
But unfortunately for me, it is not to be. At least not until I unload the SUV. I have a gorgeous 2003 Toyota Highlander. Leather seats, towing package, moon roof, multi disc CD changer. It comes complete with pen marks on the roof above my son's seat, cheerios and goldfish crackers smashed into the carpets, and various crayons melted into the rear door storage bin. Oh, and six beverage holders. Any takers?