danger.mouse.

I was driving downtown with *e* the other day, and she asked why people made "motors" when they're so dangerous. Huh?
"You know...like that guy in front of us," she clarified.
Oh. Motorcycles. We knew a guy who'd been in a horrible motorcycle accident and almost died, and had to have several surgeries to fix his legs. He told *e* how dangerous they are, and she's been fixated on that danger factor for some time now.
"Well, there are lots of dangerous things that are made because people will buy them," I tell her, "Like that man in the car over there. He's smoking a cigarette, and cigarettes are very bad for you."
"Ya. [Long drawn out sigh.] I guess he wants to die," she said with a shrug and raised eyebrows.
She repeated this sentiment every time she saw someone outside smoking. Who knew there were so many suicidal people in boston?