We’re very safety-conscious around here. Especially when it affords the opportunity to don cool headgear.
An ascension to the heights, for example, is a splendid opportunity to sport the latest in padded plastic head armor.
A ride in a sports-car might conceivably end in a situation warranting protective headgear. Although I submit that, given that the driver is Grandpa D – a former professional limousine chauffeur with many years of experience, that the likelihood of such devastation is unlikely.
But – I fail to see the inherent risks that would lead three children to conclude that a quiet afternoon’s diversion in a sandbox would make helmets an utter necessity.
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