So my 3.5 year old decided on what was, for him, an epic journey this evening. He wanted to ride from our house to a local MUP and back, a round trip of about 3 miles with one climb on the way there and one on the way back (ok, climbs to him). Towards the top of the first hill, he stands up on the pedals and says, "daddy, I'm dancing on the pedals!" I laughed, I cried. Here is his elevation profile:
As an aside, he has named all the hills in our neighborhood. The first that he went up this evening was "Firetruck hill." The second, (the big descent and the climb on the way back) is "James' hill" (James of Thomas the Tank Engine fame). We also have doughnut hill and sausage biscuit hill (don't ask).