After drawing the Bananas In Pyjamas all day, often I get home, and as I walk in the door the kids are watching the Bananas on the tele. It's quite disconcerting, and I try to leave the room as fast as I can. It's like a plumber coming home every night to leaky pipes.
If I was a more glass-half-full sorta guy I'd be all tickled pink and delighted, that I got to see straight away the fruits of my labour: bringing joy and smiles to the wee chilluns.
But I prefer the leaky pipes analogy.