We called our old Honda Odyssey the Batmobile, because we got it on Halloween day and stopped at a novelty store where we got some flappy rubber bats for house decoration. On the way home I laid one of them on the dashboard and boom, the car got its name. The Batmobile was part of the family for more than 20 years, through thick and thin, never failing to get us where we needed to go. My daughter and I both cried when it was finally towed away to a donation place. Personifying inanimate objects and developing an emotional attachment for them is absolutely normal. I even teared up a little just typing this.
We called our old Honda Odyssey the Batmobile, because we got it on Halloween day and stopped at a novelty store where we got some flappy rubber bats for house decoration. On the way home I laid one of them on the dashboard and boom, the car got its name. The Batmobile was part of the family for more than 20 years, through thick and thin, never failing to get us where we needed to go. My daughter and I both cried when it was finally towed away to a donation place. Personifying inanimate objects and developing an emotional attachment for them is absolutely normal. I even teared up a little just typing this.