I was in my minivan with my kids at the grocery store the other day when a woman ran up to me out of nowhere asking for help opening a bottle. She thanked me and said it was the minivan that made her think I’d be helpful. “It’s a minivan - he has kids, I was thinking.”
When you drive a minivan you’re the whole world’s daddy, apparently.
Also, I can lay a piece of plywood flat in the back of my minivan. Most of these “manly trucks” out there with their back seat eating up their bed length can’t even say that.




Wow Bryan Cranston’s words are like an arrow to the heart. This may sound weird to someone who’s never been in this situation but when you play parent/child onstage you can’t help but develop some of the emotional scaffolding of that relationship between you. I’ve experienced that in community theater. These men experienced it over what, seven years? Not to diminish the horror his actual parents are experiencing right now, but Cranston definitely lost more than a coworker here.