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.
