This is the blue Morpho Butterfly that haunted Angie's dreams and deprived her of the much needed 'happy' sleep. The true damage of this flying bug was only realized the following day when the full effects of not sleeping began to unfold. Check out the full story.
Peter has finally discovered the wonderful and magical 'Santa List'. Every time a freakin' commercial comes on, I need to get out my pen and paper to jot down Peter's latest demand. What I really want to do is to tell that fat-ass Santa to quit stuffing his cookie-hole and set a 'limit' on how many items go on his 'list'. Read the full story.
According to Angie, we almost lost Tom's tongue. Considering how blissfully quiet things would be without his tongue, I am not sure how thankful I should be that Tommy's little 'black fungus' was actually fuzz from Angie's sweater. Check out the full story.
There has been some confusion, so let me explain. The man in the half-coat is supposed to be St. Martin, not me. He is pissed at the goose for revealing his position. To read the full story.
Peter had a big ball of ear wax jammed in his ear. Peter did not like the techniques the doctor used to get it out. Peter freaked the freak out on the freaky ear doctor.
Yes, I thought it would be fun to take the boys to the pool.
Today, David was definitely in a 'family' mood. He felt like sharing the pain with everyone in the family. See the full story.
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.
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.
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.
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.
This was what started it all...
Tom is already trying to prove himself. By catapulting boogers onto Mama's arm, he already wins me over. Check out the story.
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.
