AND ANOTHER EXAMPLE OF ONE OF THE MANY MANY CARTOONS I WOULD SUBMIT TO THE NEW YORKER IF ONLY MY PARENTS WOULD'VE CARED ENOUGH TO ENCOURAGE MY DRAWING:

     A lovely silhouette of a father and his young son (5 or 6 yrs old) walking away from us along a well maintained trail in a park. The man is looking down at the boy, his large hand placed tenderly upon the little boy's shoulder.

     Boy: "Is it because you don't love mommy anymore, daddy?"

     Father: "Well, you know, it's complicated, buddy. I don't know, it's like all of a sudden her pussy just started to look ugly to me."