Navigational memory

On our adventure yesterday, Parker and I took the standard route to my office, which is a block from the train station. As we got off the freeway, Parker said, "This is the way to Daddy's work!" And he was right.

When we we on the train, cruising on the east-side of highway 80 in Berkeley, Parker said, "That's the way to Ebba's house." And he was right.

As our train approached the Carquinas bridge from below, Parker said, "That's the way to Marine World." And he was right.

Regular readers of this blog will remember that I took Parker (across this very bridge) to Marine World about six months ago.