I remember when our youngest was about 9 or 10, observing his sometimes surly older siblings. He came to us and said, with true empathy in his voice, “I want to apologize in advance for when I’m a moody teenager.”

I remember when our youngest was about 9 or 10, observing his sometimes surly older siblings. He came to us and said, with true empathy in his voice, “I want to apologize in advance for when I’m a moody teenager.”
An old cartoon. Imagine mistakenly coming home with the Son of God after picking him up from day care…
Free the oppressed! Tuesday cartoon…
Missed it by that much…
Friday doodle of the amazing Dadman…
Humor is how I deal with things.
Saturday park observation:
A strange cartoon that I like a lox:
I’m an A.M. adult. Sorry, Pete.
Pete’s right. I should have bought a turtle.