Perhaps you've heard of the new fad among Kids These Days, which is jumping into cold water. Goes by many names: the Polar Plunge, the Cold Water Challenge, the Frigid Folly, doesn't matter. It's simple: Kid goes into the water. Friend shoots a video of the event, because the point of doing anything these days is to do it for the camera, and then it's posted online, because otherwise it didn't happen.
It's for charity, supposedly. Perhaps the American Association for Halting Hypothermia Health Hazards, or AAHHH, which is the sound you make when you jump into cold water.
A few years ago it was the Cinnamon Challenge, where you'd eat a cup of cinnamon then expel a gust of brown spice and weep while your friends laughed at you, because you ate a cup of cinnamon, you idiot. Next year it will be the Gasoline Gargle or Meet the Tree, where you run as fast as you can into a sturdy oak and fall over, bleeding.
I have a sensible child, and do not worry that she would drink gasoline because the Internet said it was funny. But the Polar Plunge is different. It is every parent's nightmare: Kids are literally jumping off bridges because their friends are.
It's the most irritating question a parent can ask. You wouldn't jump off a bridge because your friends are, would you?
NO. Of course not.
But that's really not sufficient; you want them to think beyond the hypothetical cliché.
OK, well, what if the bridge was on fire, or Nazis were going to blow it up, or Godzilla was about to smite it, and your friends had perfectly good reasons for jumping. How about then?