"No" I said.
"Why?" asked Number 2
"Because we are on our driveway." I replied, calmly.
"Oh." said Number 2. "I need to go to the toilet."
"Did you just go?" I asked, still calmly, although my inner zen is starting to ripple. I had already faced 2 hours straight of questioning.
"Yes, but I reaaaalllllly need to go." said Number 2.
Fifteen minutes later we are toileted and driving to our destination. My inner zen reestablished.
"Are we there yet?" asked Number 1.
"No" we say in unison.
"WWWWWHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYY??????" whined Number Two.
"Because we can't teleport." I exclaimed, exasperated.
Silence. The shock of my ludicrous comment and the word being outside my youngest's vocabulary worked!
We drove for 5 minutes. My zen returned.
"Are we there yet?" They both chorused.
And so our trip began.
Until then I didn't realise how lucky we were to have somehow dodged this relentless line of questioning!