Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Are we there yet?

We just went on a family road trip. Yeah, the all-American family road trip. We drove down to Victorville, California, to see Grandma. (Ever been to Victorville? Don't go. It sucks.) Fifteen hours in the car with four kids. And you can't drive more than an hour with kids before they start saying "Are we there yet?"
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"Has the car stopped?"
"No."
"Have you gotten out of the car?"
"No."
"Have you given Grandma a kiss and a hug and said "Hi, Grandma'?"
"No."
"Then I guess we're not there yet, are we?"
"Oh. (Long pause) Are we almost there yet?"

2 comments:

  1. My MIL lives in Apple Valley, California. I've been to Victorville every year since marrying my wife since that is where the closest In-N-Out is.

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  2. This is what really happened to Hansel and Gretel. The father and wicked step-mother were f*cking sick of them asking, "Are we there yet?" and so they finally said, "Yes, dammit! We're here! Gramma lives in the freaking woods. Now get the hell out!"

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