The glass doors of the car dealership slid open with a soft hiss, and the salesman at the front desk looked up just in time to see a woman steering a very large stroller across the showroom floor.

The stroller was bright and cheerful, the kind usually decorated with friendly colors and rounded shapes-except this one was unmistakably adult-sized. Sitting inside it was a man dressed in a loose pastel lavender onesie, snug tights, and plush booties. A bow was clipped neatly into his hair. He sucked quietly on a pacifier and gazed around the showroom with the unfocused curiosity of a toddler taking in a new place.

Slung over the woman’s shoulder was an enormous diaper bag, stuffed and bulging with supplies.

She smiled warmly at the salesman. “Hi there. I’m looking for a minivan for myself and my husband.”

The salesman straightened, professionalism kicking in. “Of course. You’ve come to the right place. What brings you to us?”

“This dealership came highly recommended,” she said, patting the stroller handle. “A friend of ours said you’re very accommodating.”

The salesman nodded, vaguely recalling a memorable truck customer from earlier in the week, and gestured toward the row of vans. “Will you both be driving?”

“I’ll be the main driver,” she said easily. “But the van is mostly for him.” She nodded toward the man in the stroller. “He’ll be riding in the back.”

The man kicked his feet lightly, booties brushing the stroller frame, and made a contented noise around the pacifier.