Think of the Youth
Frank and Kenneth were in bed, at the end of a long day. Frank had already turned out his light and closed his eyes, pretending that it would be difficult to fall asleep, when in fact he would start snoring in under five minutes.)
Ken was just closing his book, thinking a bit about the pages he had just read. Unexpectedly, they dealt with the early history of philosophy and western culture.
"Riddle me this," Ken said. "What do SpongeBob SquarePants and Socrates have in common?"
Frank didn't move; he didn't even open his eyes. "They were both accused of corrupting youth."
"You figured that out way too easily."
"What? Where icons of Western Civilization are concerned, the rarified atmosphere of the pantheon restricts the options."
"Don't you think it's time that the electorate consider a constitutional amendment that will protect the sacred institution of cartoons, keeping them exclusively reserved for asexual, anthropormorphized objects and animals as the traditions of millenia demand?"
"Without doubt," Frank answered. "Say goodnight, Gracie."
Kenneth reached out and turned off his bedside lamp. "Good night, Gracie."