"This just doesn't feel right," Bosco said for the fourth time with irritation in his voice.

"Maurice Boscorelli! Just settle down and give it a chance. Change is good. You never know if you're going to like something if you don't give it a try. I thought you liked to experience new things," Kim said in exasperation.

"This is not the kind of 'new thing' that I was talking about," he told her. "And, if that guy doesn't stop looking over here, I'm gonna shoot him," he added under his breath.

"Really, Daddy?" Amanda asked with her eyes wide. Bosco immediately mentally kicked himself at saying that.

"No, Amanda. I was just being a wise guy. I'd never really do that unless that person was trying to hurt someone else. And only if there was no other way to stop him. I shouldn't have said that and I'm sorry," Bosco said softly to the little girl.

She reached up to hug him. "Okay," she said as she climbed off his lap and headed behind him. "Look! It has a TV!" she squealed.

"Cool!" Joey followed up his sister's sentiments with.

"Cool!" Johnny copied, much to Joey's annoyance.

Bosco looked at Kim who sat alongside of her. "Cool!" she added with a smile.

"You're no help," Bosco told her, trying to appear annoyed, but unable to keep from laughing at the looks on his family's faces.

"How're we doing over here?" asked the salesman that had come up behind Bosco while he was looking into the back of the minivan at the kids. As he began to turn toward him, Kim saw the look on Bosco's face and quickly interrupted.

"Okay. We're just taking our time so that we're sure," Kim said with a pleasant smile.

"No problem. Let me know if I can answer any questions for you. Also, we have a few others just like this out back in different colors," he offered. He started to turn and walk away and then turned back to Bosco. "Oh, and by the way, we already have one of our salesmen interested in the mustang you brought in for trade," he said.

Before Kim could say anything, the vein on Bosco's forehead popped as he tightly said, "The mustang goes home with me." The salesman's eyes went wide at the look on Bosco's face.

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry. I just assumed." he started, but was interrupted by Kim.

"It's okay. I told him he could keep his muscle car, but that we needed something to haul us all around in now. We'll be ready in a little bit. What colors do you have out back?" she asked, changing the topic as she took a quick glance at Bosco being softened by Amanda and Joey climbing on him. "Gotta give it to the girl, she knows how to handle Daddy," Kim said to herself smugly.

"Well, let's see. We have a dark green, a red and a brown one in addition to this navy blue one. All with the same features as you see here. I'll leave you to discuss it. Just call me over when you've decided," he said, quickly making his exit and hoping he hadn't lost a sale.

Bosco looked at Kim and said, "I'm not trading in the mustang."

"I know you're not. I promise. What do you think, though?" Kim asked him, getting excited at the fact that he was softening on the idea.

He looked around again, flipping a few switches. He got out of the van and looked it over, read the window sticker and opened the rear door and looked at the spare tire. He looked up at Kim through the back opening and said, "Red?"

"Great!" she answered with a big smile.

Bosco nodded. "Take the kids across the street for ice cream while I talk business woman," he told her.

"Chauvinist Pig!" she said as she gathered the kids up and got them out of the van.

"And I am NOT! EVER! NEVER! driving this thing to work," he added as she headed out the door. He turned and signaled the salesman that he was ready to talk business.