We drive through town to get to the babysitters. That takes literally thirty seconds here. We cross main street and head back out of town to get to her house. Lately, in the evening when I pick Emma up she wants to go to town. When we cross the street she points up the main street (towards Daddy's store) "That way! That way!" I tell her no, we're going this way. "That way! That way!" This lasts till we're at least a good four miles out of town. She gets mad when I don't listen, too.