As the story goes in my family, when I was a toddler I had a certain affinity for The Hulk. Apparently, equipped with a special pair of green Under-Roos, I would tromp around the house flexing my muscles and growling. This is one of those stories that my mother will never grow weary of telling, even though the particulars are lost to even myself.
Thirty years later my wife found herself in the same situation: I was tromping around with my toddler, flexing my muscles and growling at any …
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