“I wish we were driving home, instead of flying,” Lydia said.

“That would be cool. It would take a lot longer to drive though.”

“No,” she shook her head, “it would be a lot faster.”

I sat down across from her, “Our airplane ride is just eight hours or so; driving home would take several days.”

She motioned with her hand, “But in the car I just fall asleep and wake up when we get there.”

“Yes but…,” we stared at each other, “… Several days.”

“Yes but…,” she pretended to fall asleep and then suddenly woke up and looked around, “Oh, we’re home already?”

I sighed and shook her hand, “Okay, you win. It would be faster to drive.”