I was worried about her picking it up on the streets instead of in a controlled environment. Imagine that phone call at 2:00am
"Hello, is this Emily's mother? You're gonna need to come to the hospital, it appears your daughter has been badly burned in a horendous fart lighting accident."

And it could all be avoided...

Let my dying thought be that every mile was fun and let my tombstone read,"They never made one fast enough for me."