The boys and I have been watching “Batman: The Brave and The Bold” a lot lately. It’s a fun take on Batman, with none of the edgy darkness that infect so many incarnations of Batman have. Instead, it’s pure campy comic fun.

Yesterday, we encountered a familiar scene. Batman had just been tied up in a death trap, and the villain was delivering his diabolical monologue.

“Why did they tie him up again?” my youngest said. “It doesn’t make any sense. He was unconscious!”

“I know, right?” his brother said. “Just shoot him.”

“They can’t,” I said.

“Why not?”

“Because he’s Batman.”

They both looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Of course they can – ”

“No,” I interrupted. “He’s Batman.”

My oldest son paused the show. “He was asleep. Anyone can shoot someone when they’re – ”

“No they can’t. He’s Batman.”

“Stop saying that,” his little brother said. “It doesn’t – ”

“Yes it does.” I said. “He’s Batman. You can’t shoot Batman in his sleep.”

“Why not?”

“Cause,” I said, pausing for effect. “He’s Batman.”

“AAAAH! Stop saying that!”

Heh, heh, heh.