I will be at SNAFU in Reno, Nevada this weekend, sharing a table with Jade Griffin of Shards, if anyone in the area wishes to say hi.
Friday’s comic may be a “filler doodle” due to traveling, but I’ll most likely be working on Monday’s comic at the table during downtime so I don’t foresee issues with it updating.
Today's edition of the Secret Commentary is empty, because Dave failed to come up with something for it.
I just love the poses on this. Like, dad flailed so hard he fell out of bed, trying to be all nonchalant. Mom is just bolt-upright like she was yanked by wires. Very accurate, methinks. XD
It’s the CIRCLE OF LIFE…!!!
Rofl, no matter the species, Crying baby middle of the night… same result
I’ll bet the neighbors were “pleased.”
What do the infants do while under the lake?
Same thing I would assume. They can communicate just fine underwater, and above water, it’s just the air-water interface that doesn’t work so well, so they’re not going to hear the kid crying unless they stick their heads in the tank.
This is just a guess, but given viscosity it’s quite possible that their screeching sounds are way less piercing underwater.
Those seem like good assumptions about the air water interface, but I wonder what the “transition out of the tank” means when they are “home”. I would assume there is a growth point where the species can tolerate air instead of just water, but how important is that for very young children living in the lake? Also, what will it mean for the developing biology of the adolescent body to be predominantly land rather than predominantly water?
Hahaha! Yep, that’s parenting. Love this so much!
Yes the mid night blood curling screech where you don’t know if they fell out of bed had a bad dream or suddenly decided this night was a good time for a horror move audition practice.
Haha! We had our crib next to the bed so it made a big difference (and our kiddo usually slept very well), but there were still plenty plenty of *those nights*. The worst were 3 different nights we ended up in the hospital.
Welcome back to Reno!
If I remember right one time you said you were in Illinois. Well when you come to Chicago I owe you a steak or the fancy food of your dietary preference.
Personally, I am an equal opportunity omnivore.
In one house we lived in, the doorbell was actually a set of chimes. For several months my younger brother’s cry precisely resonated with the chimes so that if you weren’t paying attention to the fact that he was also screaming, it sounded like someone was ringing the doorbell.
“Skreee” indeed.
When my sister is over with the twins for the holidays I just put ear plugs in. It’s good to let kids scream it out.