I don’t name my cars. In fact, I never once thought I could / should / or would name my car. But now I am wondering if I am in the minority.
The first time I even heard of anyone naming a car was when I heard my daughter-in-law refer to her car as Lulu. “We’re taking Lulu to the park.” What? Who is Lulu? A child from the neighborhood?
When our son recently got a new van, our grandkids named it Trolly, after a character in Daniel Tiger.
And then this week, I learned that my sister-in-law is getting a new car. She picked up her 6-year old twin granddaughters from school one day; and with sad faces, they asked if this was the last time they were going to be riding in “CAR.” She gets her new car tomorrow, and last night, the girls said good-bye to “CAR.” It was a tearful event.
Is this a generational thing? Do people who name their cars feel differently about them than I do? Does my car know it doesn’t have a name? And, oh my gosh, does that mean I am a bad car “mom?
“What about you? Do you name your vehicles?