The other day my youngest son winced at me after putting his shoes on.
"How do those shoes feel?" I asked.
"These shoes fit too much." he replied.
You can't write one liners like that- when relating the story to a coworker who also is a cartoonist he said in an exasperated tone, "I could bang my skull against the desk all day and not come up with that, and your son's just throwing them away!"
Whenever I hear one of the boys or my wife for that matter, fire off one of these one liners I think, "I should make a one panel of that!" Well, lazy only gets you so far in life so here it is: The first instalment of Mud House.