During lunch the other day, as I fed C in the kitchen and ate leftovers at the counter, S inquired from the dining room where he was reading one of many Calvin & Hobbes compendiums,
"Mom, how come real life doesn't have outlines?"
This is the punchline all on its own, but I answered him, "It does. They're just not as thick, so you can only see them depending upon the light."
I must add he has an amazing talent for writing and drawing comics himself.