Tom, plaintively, as we roll into our driveway: Are we home yet?
Me, teasingly: No! We’re somewhere else! Where are we???
Chorus of dissent from the back seats.
Me, beating dead horse mercilessly as we pull into the garage: No WAY!! Whose house is this? This isn’t our house! This is someone else’s!
One small, troubled voice queries from the back of the van, “Are we going to rob somebody?”
*snort*