I don’t have much to say about this week’s comic, except that Dustin Jr. seems to hate being held in any position that is comfortable for me, yet loves any position that will eventually lead to nerve and bone damage in his poor pep-pep. That may be my fault though, since I am a lanky, bony bastard, and it’s probably not that comfortable lying on me. It’s probably like sleeping on the floor of an apartment that’s right above a boiler room, with a thin carpet that lets you feel all the pipes running underneath the floor. Those would be my ribs.
Really though, when you have something good going on and the little one is suddenly chillin, you’ll do anything to keep it going, even if it means an eventual visit to the chiropractor.