Are We There Yet?

We’ve barely pulled out of the drive
When the question I always get,
No matter the length of the trip
Is, “Daddy, are we there yet?”

“Who gets to sit by the window?”
Is cause for much fussing and fret.
The fighting stops just long enough
To ask, “Dad, are we there yet?”

Do they ask it a dozen times?
It’s more like a hundred, I bet,
The kids all take turns asking,
“Hey Daddy, are we there yet?”

Children are born with the question,
In concrete that one gene is set,
So they just can’t keep from asking,
“Please Daddy, are we there yet?”

At last when we finally get there,
No matter how long it has been,
The kids will all be fast asleep
We’ll have to carry them in!


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