This one feels like a conversation my wife and I could actually have. Granted this is because most of it is ripped straight from conversations we actually did have. We’ve done everything we can to mitigate the loss of our respective sick senses of humor while taking on all the new traits that one tends to adopt once they’ve created life. Finding baby- and child-related things “cute” amidst a sea of alternately frustrating and disgusting events is a huge part of this, and has saved my son from being thrown from a moving vehicle far more times than his car seat ever has. All of the things described in this strip really happened. My son also lost my wife’s wedding ring in the couch once, and we had to cut it open to get it out. Balance.
Anyway, I think we’ve done a decent job of maintaining our identities even as we slowly devolve into the pathetically-lame people we are destined to be in our child’s eyes, and for this I am thankful. That’s clearly as close to a Thanksgiving segue as I’m gonna get, so I hope those of you in the U.S. have a great Thanksgiving, and the rest of you have a bitchin’ Thursday.
MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP: *laughs* I think people will have to be parents to get this one.
Back to cleaning the house,