Saturday morning, my grandson — who has a terrific sense of humor — found the WSJ Magazine lying on the floor (his domain) and started laughing at it.

My wife assumed that it was because he thought the picture looked like me, at least to a 13-month-old.

No way. For your information, Woody Allen is 18 years older than I am. And looks it.

No, I think it’s because he appreciates Woody Allen’s work — especially his early, funny movies.

Later, I entertained him by holding the magazine in front of my face and moving it, which the little guy thought was quite a yuk. This was, of course, an advanced form of peek-a-boo, with ironic overtones ranging from Chaplin to Bergman.

These hipster kids today. Check out the photo below, which I took at Target the same day, as he and his beautiful, smart big sister experimented with fashion.

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