Artist’s Comments: You’d think he’d know better than to assume she has a sense of humor.

Author’s Comments: The Inspector: Mommy, mommy, tell me a joke!

The Contessa:  Why don’t you go find your father and ask him?

Inspector: Can’t, he’s drunk.

Contessa: Sigh.  Fine.   How did the dead woodchuck cross the road?

Inspector: I don’t know, how?

Contessa: It doesn’t matter.  Jokes are foolish, go to sleep.