I think my niece may be mentally scarred for life because of multiple comments made about me being raised by wolves. The first inkling that there was an issue came before a Florida vacation. A joke was made about an earlier Florida vacation where I came home to find a For sale sign in front of my parents' home.
"Oh," she said, "that's when Uncle Ed went to be raised by wolves?"
It was one of those moments when my entire life flashed before my eyes. I realized that, whenever I did something out of the ordinary, the first words out of my mouth are always, "I was raised by wolves." Get caught watching 2001: A Space Odyssey at 2:00 AM on a school night? Yep. Finishing off a pound of fudge single handedly? Check. Fishing in my mother-in-law's Koi pond? Definitely.
Saying "I was raised by wolves" gets kind of repetitive, so I'm going to try to stop saying anything about my childhood. And, thanks to the wonderful people at Northern Sun, I'll never have to say a word about wolves again, because I now have a t-shirt that says it for me.