I’m over at Martinis and Minivans talking about the maturing nature of divorce…
When I was 27, I felt very grown-up.
I had my own car, a great job making a lot more money than most 27-year-olds I knew, an apartment with my fiancé, and a wedding to plan.
10YO: Reuben, in order to be manly, you need to have hair like a man.
5YO: I have hair.
10YO: Not on your arms and legs. That’s manly.
5YO: I am a man.
10YO: No, you have to be at least 17 or maybe even 18 to be a man.
5YO: You’re not a man.
10YO: Not yet, but I’m manly. My arms and legs are pretty hairy.