Helmets

Caden just blasted into the house on a dead run for the back yard. I asked him what he was doing and he said that he needed his snowboard as he darts out the door. When he came back in with it, I asked him what he was doing with a snowboard and he looks me right in the eye and gets this dumb look on his face (like I was asking a dumb question) and he says, "Mom! It's ok. I have my helmet!" I said so what are you doing then. He said, "Zooming down. But don't worry mom, I have my helmet too." said like I was so silly to even ask. Oh whew, you have your helmet. I won't worry about your teeth, arms, legs, or anything else. You have it all covered! Crazy boys. Any bets on when our first broken bone comes?