Soon after I set down the book, my three-year-old son woke from his sleep, crying. Going to his room, I laid down next to him to comfort him. I held him in my arms, struck by how quickly he had grown -- this is a common realization for a parent, I know, but making art of such an apprehension is by no means an easy feat. In their attempt, Peeters and Lvy convey some profound, if profoundly unsubtle, truths about the human condition. Weighty stuff, expertly told.