D won a helmet, years and years ago.
Way before I knew him.
It's a helmet that demands to be worn.
It's a great helmet.
I like to slap it on my head and then sneak up on D.
It makes him laugh.
It makes me laugh, which makes the sneaking harder.
I've pulled into the driveway and see D open the garage door standing there wearing the helmet and I giggle uncontrollably in the car.
Want to guarantee a smile? Put this helmet on and wiggle your eyebrows. It's a laugh-fest.
My neighbors have all seen me running around the outside of our house wearing this looking for D.
This helmet is a winner.