Venerable Mom relocated this spring to quarters near to Laquedem Manor. One fine weekend day the Laquedemitasse and I biked to see her, he carefully strapping on his helmet first, as is the law. We came up to the front door, where she was waiting for us. She greeted the Laquedemitasse with a smile and a hug, then looked at me. "Where's your helmet, Isaac?" Venerable Mom snapped. "Yeah, Dad, where's your helmet?" chimed in the Laquedemitasse. "Don't ride your bike to see me again without a helmet," she ordered. "Yeah, Dad; don't ride without a helmet," seconded the Laquedemitasse.
Seeing such unanimity from generations past and future, a few days later I bought a helmet. Only later did I think of a loophole: I could borrow a bike from Mrs. Laquedem and then I wouldn't be riding my bike.