Having lunch with my boys, my son Sam raised the question of time travel. “If you could go back in time, but your life would be equally shortened by that same amount, would you do it?”

Responding, I said, “Here’s the rub, you could not go back in time farther than you have left to live.”

From that point in the lunch forward, I was mercilessly mocked by my teenage son Jacob for using the word “rub.” Most of which began by saying in a voice imitating me, “Kids, here’s the rub.”

Well boys, the rub appears to be getting prepared to be endlessly mocked, if you use the word “rub.”

Yep, it certainly would be worth traveling back in time to rub that one out.