Dicing with Death

Eldest son decided to try and give us all heart failure today but taking it into his head to swim the mile and a half to this rock and then climb it in flippers. He seemed to have forgotten the fact that he had broken his leg climbing a few years ago leaving him with a weakness in the ankle.
He then moaned at my composition skills informing me that there was no sense of scale. I did peevishly point out that had I put the rock in scale to show how far he was from the beach he would have been invisible but, of course, one's children always know best.