GO TO BED!

Remember: Kids never really go to bed.

Have A Comic, Dad.

More desktop scribbles. They're much more interesting than my notes on chores to do and supplies to buy to make the chores easier to do. Maybe our daughter's got the right idea. Doodling (and looking at the doodles) is a lot more fun than doing the chores.

Her comic here is subtle -- the stars fell down on the tent, that's why it's glowing. I love that image and idea.

Pop-Up Toaster

I'm kinda glad I don't have a pop-up desk.

Indian Signs

We're into American Indian lore right now, working our son through a few Cub Scout requirements. One of them was to use twelve Indian signs to write his own story. The bit above is his story. To entertain him, I said I'd read the story as I interpreted the signs.

My version:

The top man was in the village and saw a man with a horseshoe. Radioactive Man and Wolverine came in and slashed a guy, then ran away. A fat guy made a snowman, then tried to make s'mores by putting three marshmallows on sticks. He burned them. The fat guy saw the guy who got slashed and thought he was a beaver.

The real version:

The top man was in the village, when a man on a horse came in. He heard a bear eating birds. A boy saw over three days and three nights in the camp a boy who ate beavers.

Then, of course, our daughter got in the act. She interpreted her own story.

50-Miler

Last summer, my oldest son and I went on a 50-mile bicycle ride from Jackson, Wyoming, to Jenny Lake. I drew these two sketches -- recently rediscovered -- to commemorate the event.