The Daily Insult.

This picture is a portrait of me, drawn on my office whiteboard by six-year-old Tertius. The original had the number "86" on my chest.

Since I don't possess any numbered sports jerseys, I asked him where it came from.

"Aren't you eighty-six?" he asked innocently. "Oh, wait, I know, you're fifty-two," he adds cheerfully.

"Fifty-three," Primus corrects him instantly as he walks by.