When our family travels, Dad drives, Mom rides shotgun, and Chloe and I sit in the backseat playing games, singing songs, and even watching DVDs from time to time. I never know where we are, where we are going, and how long it will take to get there, so “Are we there yet?” is my standard question. Usually, Dad answers, “Not yet, Woody. It’s going to be another hour or so, just sit tight.” This time, Dad surprised me. “Woody, I thought you’d never ask.