These are my lost men…not “lost” in the cosmic sense, but “lost” in a TV show called “Lost”. My husband, son, and oldest daughter (who isn’t drawn here) are Lost addicts. Every Tuesday night the living room is cleared for viewing the week’s episode. They started watching Lost last summer…from the very first episode all the way through in order to be caught up when the final season began. My husband’s expression shows you just how “lost” in concentration they get watching this show. My son seems like he’s much younger than almost-13…the perspective of the couch moving away, and his size also diminishing does not translate here. I had to draw fast in order to catch the moment before the groans and “come-on mom” began. I’m not a fan of the show…but I have to “get lost” when the three of them descend on the living room every Tuesday night! Good grief!