In Which Our Van Receives A Name

This morning I drove Connor to school and parked in the disabled parking spot like I do every morning. I hit the button to lower the ramp and walked around the van to unlatch Connor's wheelchair when a father and his five or six year old son passed us on their way into the school. They were staring at the van as it sank down and the ramp deployed from beneath the floor with identical looks of excitement.

"Wow!" said the dad to the blond-haired little boy next to him. "Did you see that? That was awesome! I didn't know cars like that existed!"

The little boy was jumping up and down and yanking wildly on his father's arm in excitement. "Dad, dad! It's a rowbert! Just like in Transformers! It's a rowbert car!"

So, our van has a name now. We have dubbed it Rowbert, and no doubt we will have many exciting adventures together saving the world from other evil alien robots-- I mean rowberts-- who want to destroy it.

This is totally feeding right into Jeremy's plans to mount a 122mm tank gun on the hood. The only real argument I have against this is that the good Transformers used mostly disabling weapons and not guns. He'll probably come back with some plan to strap velociraptors to the roof. I haven't done a whole lot of research into the Transformers, but there probably aren't any velociraptor restrictions. Oh well.

Any ideas for a theme song?

~Jess