Everybody has a seat, and a seatbelt, and some melted crayons, and some old candy wrappers and chewing gum. There is a hole in one seat and a missing cup holder in the back, remedied by a Tupperware container the size of a cup holder. There are remains of stickers and tantrums (cracked mirror, anyone?). When you drive it makes funny noises and jostles everyone around too much. Clearly, the previous owners were just like us.
We call him Gold Digger...because Big Ugly Mutha was sort of inappropriate.
Welcome to the circus!