Now we can go off the road, now we can't...

Whenever we traveled from Efrat to the airport, we would take a rather serpentine road down to Emeq Ha'Ela.

One time, as we drove along, alternating between an inside curve followed by an outside curve and then again, I heard Yehuda, then about five years old, muttering to himself, "Now we can go off the road, now we can't, now we can go off the road, now we can't..."