The air up there

Another high-flying Dadding Badly comic strip at:
http://www.gocomics.com/dadding-badly/2016/02/08

  

Heads up!

See a head-whacking new Daddy Badly comic at:http://www.gocomics.com/dadding-badly/2016/02/01  

Dadding Badly – A special gift

http://www.gocomics.com/dadding-badly/2016/01/25
  

The Return of Dadding Badly

ALERT! ALERT! A new version of my comic strip Dadding Badly starts on January 25 on Gocomics.com
  

Running on empty

 

Doing anything in public with your kid is like wearing a Bluetooth – it’s a great excuse to talk to yourself. I talk to the boy all the time when we’re in stores and the like. “What do you think about this luggage? Sure, it’s got two compartments but I’m not sure if there’s enough space.” (Actual quote that got me a weird look from a lady in Walmart until she saw I was with my toddler. Well, the look didn’t completely go away. It just got dialed back a little.)

This happened in the building my wife works in and I was taking the stroller down in the elevator a mere one – count ’em, one – floor.

And I’ve always said that I would tell you if the comic didn’t portray what happened accurately, so here goes: I did not talk to the empty stroller twice. I talked to it three times.

 

Playing catch

If you let them, parents of little boys will tell you story after story after story about changing a diaper and getting “old faithful-ed.” So we were prepared.

What we weren’t prepared for is how infrequently this happened with our boy. Which gives you a false sense of security. Which leads to surprise bouts of urine catching.

Happy New Fear

 

This is what happened last New Year’s Eve when the boy was only a couple of months old. As you can see, there were a number of poor parenting decisions afoot but, just to be clear, making our baby stay up to midnight was not one of them. He was awake anyway.

Granted our last-minute ear-covering scheme was not great, but our local fireworks have never been that…explosive. What I didn’t show was how the bar’s windows were lighting up with every flash as if it was the Blitz, and how we were concerned about walking home too early afterwards because of the smoke still hanging in the air.

This year at midnight I was in bed with a sleeping toddler while my wife hung out with friends downstairs…and the flashes in the windows were just as bright…and we live a half mile away from the square.


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