
Here’s another one from the New Yorker remainder bin. Dads cannot hear nor answer questions when they are clining.

Here’s another one from the New Yorker remainder bin. Dads cannot hear nor answer questions when they are clining.

It’s definitely the women at our house. I think they take pride in it.

It’s probably one of the reasons. Sorry for the lengthy absence. I wish I could say I’ve been busy drawing cartoons for The New Yorker, but I haven’t. Just been in one of those unmotivated, Sunday-afternoon-nap fugues, I guess.

Mr. Subtlety strikes again.

Have a good one, dads.

Viva la Father’s Day…