From Our Print Edition

Back in the last century, when this cartoon first appeared in The New Yorker, my kids were still small. TV dinners never met with their approval. Different parts of the meal actually touched each other sometimes, and that was gross. The fear of dreaded broccoli kept them constantly on guard. There was never any candy. And my son kept insisting that his sister had spat on the food. Yes, those were happier days. Well, happier than 2020, at least. I came across this cartoon again just before deadline, and couldn’t resist putting it here. I hope it gives you a smile, or perhaps evokes a not-so-distant memory. 2021 can’t come soon enough.

Image from cartoonstock.com