This is the ideal set up for our life. A Ferrari and a minivan. During the day we could be jolly, "what a caring father" dude toting the young'uns around to school and music class. At night, we could be Magnum. In fact, we're often stopped on the street for autographs with the "Hey, aren't you Tom Selleck? You know, if his career hadn't taken off. And he got shot in the knees. And if he, for safety purposes you see, stored 35 pounds of Chocodiles and Suzi-Qs around his middle area... which now ranges from just under the chin to just above where the knees used to be." "Aw, shucks" we say, "How do you spell your name, darlin'? And hand us that tub of Yodel squeezins."
Much thanks to Edmunds for allowing us to use our Ferrari category. Yay Ferrari. Right, right. Two r's and then one r. Got it. Sheesh.