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.