Twenty years ago I would have asked. Today, I sent a text message from the back seat: Are we there yet?
The funniest part, to me anyways, was that it took her a minute to realize it was her phone and then another minute to "find the message".
And yes, I have already given her grief about using a map in a car with a navigation system.
Meanwhile, I am going to enjoy our ride in the backseat. Now, where is the next Stucky's?