Babysitter:  You know, I clocked the mileage yesterday down to the fence and back to the house.
K:  How far?
Babysitter:  ONE POINT ONE MILES!!!!!
K:  On a tricycle.
Babysitter:  (still shocked) He rode ONE POINT ONE MILES.
K:  On a tricycle.  And then we found out he had a 101.2 fever. 
Babysitter:  That was terrible.
K:  And that was the second time he did it this week.
Babysitter: And he wants to do it again.
K:  It's not like it's a flat road.  There are hills, for heaven's sake.  So how many revolutions do you think that is?  It must be the equivalent to thousands and thousands.  I mean, the pedals only go forward 2 inches.  Don't they have those things that you clip on to your bike to tell you how many calories you have burned?
Babysitter:  1.1 miles.
K:  I know.  Welcome to my world.