After this week’s comic, I think I’ve sort of accepted it: I like drawing dad comics. I can’t help it. I draw from my life—literally. And these days my life is being a dad. That and work, pretty much, and I can’t draw comics about that. Trust me, I would LOVE to in many ways, but anything worth saying can’t be said until I retire. I used to write all about sex and dating and bars and partying and all that fun stuff, but at this point, when I go down that route I just sound like some old fuddy duddy lecturing people. So yes, expect a lot more dad comics in the future. Not ONLY dad comics, but a greater percentage, as I come to realize that it makes me happy to draw them.
As for this week’s comic, I think it excellently illustrates the frustration brought on by a two-year-old’s non-logic. That’s really when I start to lose it. The yes-nos. And this comic, it’s pretty much exactly what happened, just with less crying (him, not me). But you know, when they’re not making you want to smush your own face in, they are really cute and wonderful. Hell, even when they’re being dicks they’re still pretty great. That’s how they win. Every. Time.