"Are we there yet?" sounds like my kids until just recently. I can remember in Boy Scouts when doing our training backpacks for the big one in the Sierras (I was 11 along with about half the troupe), after a few miles the cries of how much further would start. The dads would answer with "you know there is a malt shop at the top and we'll all get some when we get there". We (the 11 year olds) weren't the brightest and I think it took all three training trips before we realized they were pulling our legs about the malt shop.