When?

I pulled into the parking lot at work this morning and started heading toward the building. On my way in, I passed a red Camaro parked in the parking lot. (I'm not that keen on cars, so I don't know what model or year it was. It was shiny though.) I stopped and took a good long look at that car. Then I turned back and looked at my minivan parked about 10 spots away. There it sat. My big old minivan. My three children and a wife haulin' minivan. My "silver" even though it looks just gray now compared to the red Camaro minivan.

Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with being a family guy that has a minivan. I'm one of them. It just got me wondering how I got so old. One day I get married and the next thing I know I'm leaving a house with three kids in it and driving a minivan to work. When did that happen?