Television

I examined my son’s drawings one after another. They were magnificent (and I’m not just saying that because he’s my son). The majority were executed in colored felt-tip, except one more complicated drawing that incorporated a number of substances I couldn’t quite defined, jam maybe, or veal liver, and a little piece of crushed corn-flake still stuck to the bottom. My favorite drawing was called This is Batman Resting, which I assumed to be an allegorical representation of his father.