You can’t trust that Logan.

I submit to you … a conversation with a three year old:

Sabine: Mommy!  I have a scratch!

Me: I’m sorry … where is it?

Sabine: Right here.  On my finger.

Me: Ouch!  What happened, babe?

Sabine: Wolverine.

Me: Excuse me?

Sabine: Wolverine scratched me.

Me: I don’t think so.

Sabine: Yes he did!  Wolverine came at my school and we fight and fight. I hit him like this (strange ninja type moves) and I say, “HEY!  WOLVERINE! You don’t come to my school and scratch me!” And I scare him away.

Me: Um. I don’t think that happened.  And it’s not very nice to make up stories.

Sabine: Oh. Well (long pause) … maybe I hit it on the bookshelf.