I’ve got a new guy working for me; he drives this, while I drive something like this. But I’ve got this and this and this and this and one of these.

UPDATE: I should have probably ended this entry with a statement to the effect of, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way”, to better convey my feelings about the issue. The hot convertible is a nice ride, but what I have is priceless and brings me more joy than I can measure. I think my mother-in-law misread my intent as “I could have a hot car too if not for these lousy kids” (which was an easy interpretation to reach given the poor wording of the initial post), and rightly (given her reading of my intent) kicked me in the teeth in the comments.

A more eloquent way to express what I was trying to say is the song “Family Man” by Andrew Peterson:

I am a family man
I traded in my mustang for a minivan
This is not what I was headed for when I began
This was not my plan
I am a family man

I’m saving my vacation time
For Disneyland
This is not what I was headed for when I began
This was not my plan
It’s so much better than