“Do you have silver?”

Only one or two left. Silver’s a very popular color. It's actually the color people associate with Honda nowadays.

“What’s LX?”

It’s the base model.

“Does it have the moving seats?”

"Joh-dai!" Noah exclaims, when I ask him what he wants to be when he grows up. He means 'jedi,' as in Star Wars, lightsaber-wielding defenders of the Force.

It’s disgustingly cute, watching a two-year-old dance around in his car seat, morphing his index finger and thumb into a gun and making shooting noises.

"BSH!" he yells. "BSH! BSH!"

His impressions are remarkably accurate. His arms recoil when he makes firing sounds. How does he know this? Though he doesn't seem to know that jedi knights don't use guns. Uncivilized, and all.

A good friend made me think of my mom today. So I did, and as I often do, I can't help but also think about when my mom bought a silver Honda Odyssey.

Some people go crazy when they retire. They go on year-long vacations, buy million-dollar homes and schedule a string of 3-michelin star meals. My mom? She bought a minivan.

"Why?" was my first question.