Day 2936

 It’s wise to take your children’s stories with a grain (or pinch, or fistful) of salt, but it’s pretty easy to imagine Lizard leading a flock of grumpy children through several rounds of meditative breathing...

Day 2935

 Oh my poor little one, I wish I could have your cough for you.

Day 2934

 We’ve been working from home for months and the dog’s abandonment issues are getting worse. 

Nobody tell him they’re working on a vaccine...

Day 2933

 Farts will never be funnier than when you have a little boy in the house, so you might as well revel in the hilarity with him.

Day 2932

 Vegetable garden indoctrination begins. Someday I shall have helpful helpers for harvest. 

Day 2931

 It took fourteen months, but at least now we’ve figured out we’re raising a werejerk.

We already knew the dog was an idiot.

Day 2930

 The baby has discovered blowing kisses and tidying up. The dog has discovered eating burrs and making his throat hurt.