Friday, February 25, 2011

I Don't Get It

So, what do you do when your son works dutifully on a comic for a very long time, sits at the table and stares at it for a while, then presents it to you, saying, "I don't get it?"

Well, here's what I did:

Son: [Handing over comic] "I don't get it."

Me: [Studying drawing] Uh, well, this is your drawing, right? He's, um -- wait. If this is your drawing and you don't get it, you're in trouble.

Son: I don't get it.

Me: Well, uh, he's got this phone, see, and . . .

Wife: Wait. That wouldn't work. How would the phone ring?

Me: Well, he's got a banana on the receiver, see, so it would work.

Wife: Oh yeah. Right.

Son: I still don't get it.

Not sure how I can help you further, kiddo.

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