During the early afternoon drive-by drop off of food for dinner with my grandfather last Sunday.
DD: Is that your car at the curb?
K: Yeah. You saw it last time.
DD: It's a station wagon.
K (confusedly): What?
DD (patiently): It's a station wagon.
K (looking over my shoulder): It's a small SUV.
DD (nodding firmly): A station wagon.
K (understanding): Yeah Dad-dad, it's a station wagon. A Japanese station wagon.
Later that night over cheeseburgers (that I made):
DD: Why'd you want to buy a station wagon?
K (resigned to it): I like it.
DD: Yeah, but why do you need it? Or is it just because your sister has one?
K (smiling a little wickedly): Little bit. I drove hers when I was out there in June. I really liked it. I wasn't looking for one specifically. I happened to find one I liked, the price worked, and voila.
DD: But whatd'ya need a station wagon for?
K (after a beat): I'm compensating for my lack of children. It's a crutch, I know. I look in the rear-view mirror and imagine all the children I'm never going to have buckled in the back seats. I know! I'll strap the cats in back there as placeholders for all the kids I don't ever want to have.
DD (laughing): Yeah. OK.
K: Eat your burger.