Better Safe Than Sorry

I was doing some weeding while Ingrid napped yesterday, and Henry and Elena were playing very nicely in the yard. Eventually, Henry decided to try out some tricks on his skateboard, but he did it in true "Henry" fashion, which I would characterize as "cautious recklessness." First, he would make "notes" on his clipboard about what he was going to do before attempting to execute a move. Then, after performing the trick, he would make some more notes about the success - or failure (by what criteria I don't know) - of the maneuver. After one trick, I overheard him muttering as he made notes that it was "deadly" to young kids; apparently this was a successful trick, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't know what "deadly" means. (The tricks consisted of a variation on having the skateboard come out from underneath him as he landed safely on his feet to the side or rear of the skateboard.)

Henry joined me by the flower beds I was weeding and showed me a picture of his next trick, which consisted of a very wavy line with a skateboard at the end. I told him it looked really, really dangerous. That was obviously the right answer because he grinned like the Cheshire cat. Then he told me that I was "needed on the track" to assist with the next trick. Trying to weasel out of it, I told him that the trick was entirely to dangerous for me and I didn't want any part of it. Without missing a beat, he informed me that I would have to help, but that he needed to get me some insurance first!