My mother's parents lived in Minnesota, so in my childhood we always traveled the 480 miles to visit there at least once a year. I was probably about seven and my sister was four. Of course we were hardly on the road when the usual questions started, "Are we almost there?" Mom told my sister to just lay down on the seat of the car (no carseats back then) and take a little nap. This would help the time to go faster. My sister had a nice nap and woke up. Right away she asked, "Are we almost there?" Ornery little me answered, "Oh, we've already been there and are now on the way home." My goal of achieving tears from my sister was fulfilled. :roll: :wink: