For Theo's sixth birthday, we let him choose the restaurant for dinner and he wanted to go to the conveyor belt restaurant. There are three to choose from, but he loves the train delivery at the new location north of us.
It didn't even occur to me until we were in the car at 4:45 heading north on the same surface streets (because traffic on the expressway was miserable) that it's the exact route we took six years ago at almost the exact same time of day when we transferred to the hospital after 40 hours of labor.
Luckily I was much happier this time and the traffic was much better. It only took 30 minutes to make the 8 mile trip. Traffic was bumper to bumper and not moving on this surface street six years ago, so much so that even in the midst of labor I noticed and thought about getting out and walking. At this point the hospital is less than a mile away.