"Don't they have anything for kids here?"
said by an 8 year old, during a visit to Midtown Comics, the Manhattan-based comic books store.
I found the answer was no. Speaking as an avid comics fan, the comics industry has slouched from something that used to capture the imagination of eight-year-olds towards material for the guy living in his mother's basement. Even the front page of midtowncomics.com features, as of this writing, and image that looks like someone splattered with blood. I say this is for faux-grownups.