This month, the kids got to ride on their very first escalator while we were in Utah. This was a big hit, and Brooks went up and down nearly 100 times. I was glad that he got the hang of it after a dozen times so that he could do it by himself. My back was killing me that night after the Tough Mudder, and the thought of walking up the up escalator (that wasn't working) was about to kill me. I was happy that I could watch him go down the escalator, and walk up the 'up' like a set of stairs.
The kids were calling it an excavator, instead of an escalator. We'll be sure to visit Dick's Sporting Goods in the near future!