Well, well, well, imagine being the all-knowing psychic octopus on a family car trip! These pint-sized passengers, with the attention span of a goldfish, keep lobbing that age-old question at me: “Are we there yet?” It’s like they expect me to predict the exact arrival time through my ink-scribbled crystal ball. But hey, I’m an Octo-seer, not Octo-GPS! I’d be better at predicting a snack attack or a classic “I need to pee!” moment! If you really need to assuage your kids just wiggle a tentacle and say, “Almost there, little squirts, just 10,000 leagues to go!”