Saturday, November 15, 2008

High on a hill a lonely goat heard...


David has no fear. This is great when it comes to punk-slapping mafia thugs. It's not so great when it comes to diving off of cliffs without my consent. See the full story.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Just for fun

Yes, I thought it would be fun to take the boys to the pool.

No, I did not check that the pool would be open on Sundays.

Sue me.

David kwon do

Today, David was definitely in a 'family' mood. He felt like sharing the pain with everyone in the family. See the full story.

Spider dude

Don't ask me to explain this one - this is Peter's freaky imagination. As I tucked him into bed, he told me about a fairy that could turn him into spiderbug. This, of course, just begged me to make fun of him.

Mommy cruelest

In this scene, Angie was the cruel Mama who forgot to pack Peter's favorite drink. In this case - Actimel. Peter - this is a healthy drink and you are a child; you should not like these.

Shoo fly shoo

No real story here. Angie and I had lunch and a fly landed in her soup. The funny part for me was when she freaked out like a little girl and refused to eat for the rest of the day.

The brown smudge

So then I started drawing a series of cartoons which I would 'sneak' into Peter's lunches for kindergarten. In this first one, the brown smudge is chocolate, but you will simply have to trust me on that one.


David

So then David was sketched and the whole thing started.

Peter

This was what started it all...

It began with a simple cartoon left on the toilet roll for Peter to enjoy. He liked it so much, he begged me to draw David...

Saturday, November 8, 2008

The Snot Shot

Tom is already trying to prove himself. By catapulting boogers onto Mama's arm, he already wins me over. Check out the story.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Muddy Flowers

Mud, weaving, and old ladies. What else could you ask for? Check out the story.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Snooze

It takes a big man to admit when he looks like a jackass. I am a big man. Check out the story.

Monday, October 13, 2008

The ice-pop blues

While the rest of us were jumping for joy, Peter, for some strange reason, was sad that Pop-pop's visit was over. Check out the goodbye story.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Floating 101

In this bath, we were testing out different fruits to see which ones would float, but it all started with a little grape stomping.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Tom's point of view

Angie got annoyed that Tom was not coming out. I pointed out the chaos that is our family and asked why the hell anyone would willingly submit themselves to our family. Angie's frustration can be seen in this story.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

David's Typical Day

David started this tradition months ago when our cat, Gizma, accidentally scratched him. This traumatic experience has obviously stuck with him and he now relives the moment in daily episodes of 'What was the worst part of your day?' Check out the story to see the first time it really happened.


Thursday, August 7, 2008

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Nonameyet


Nonameyet became a predominant segment of the blog. Check out the story where he first hit the scene.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Peter da Vinci

Peter's first day at art class. The whole experience was slightly overshadowed by a minor mishap involving an empty circus. Check out the story.
Another fun art story was when Peter discovered the joys of spitballing.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

What is the Toilet Roll?

I write a family blog called The Johnson's Zoo. At one point, I began drawing silly little cartoons on strips of toilet paper, normally related to the events of that day. My son thought they were hilarious, so I kept drawing them and hanging them on our bathroom mirror for him to enjoy.

After a few weeks, I found out that my wife had been keeping them. When I asked why, she said they were funny. I took a picture of one for my wife's birthday, titled Happy Buttday! I liked how it turned out, so I decided to launch this site dedicated to our family's crappy art.

Enjoy. Or not.