On maturity

all-new-wolverine-1.jpgDriving home from taking the boy to school this morning, I caught myself looking at my knuckles (shut up, the car knows where to go) and wondered if I was still going to be occasionally wishing I had Wolverine’s claws when I was 60.

Then I remembered I’m already 40 and still doing it.

Chances are the answer is yes, then.

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