How Jett rolls (or unrolls).

I can't really blame him for this. I can only imagine how much fun it is to unroll miles and miles of toilet paper with abandon.

Food Critic.

I was an incredibly picky eater when I was a kid. There was very little that I would agree to eat. I think that's true for a lot of kids. My daughter Kathy was frustratingly picky (she's since grown out of it, the function of being a voracious teenager). So I have to give Jett a great deal of credit. 

Jett takes over 32 supplements a day. Instead of giving him a multi-vitamin, which gives him extra of what he already has and not enough of what he needs, we've decided to customize his supplement intake to his specific needs. Most of them are in capsule or tablet form and he's unable to swallow them without chewing first (and who could blame him, it's a basic function of not choking), so we have to open them up, crush them when necessary, and hide them in his food, usually applesauce or a non-peanut nut-butter mix. The supplements alone are vile. They're strong and bitter tasting, and depending on what we give him, there is no amount of camouflage that hide the foul mixture. Sometimes he registers his dissatisfaction with a well-hurled and expertly aimed bowl or spoon, which gets his point across rather bluntly, the results of which look something like this:

Father of the Brood: Swim Class

I'm going to start Father of the Brood with the same strip I started its prototype, Durkin's Droppings. In that strip, I was simply getting the ideas out of my head. I wasn't really concerned with much else. As a result, the characters are inconsistently drawn from panel to panel.

When I decided to revisit the strip, I knew I was going to have to redraw the original artwork, which is about 40 strips or so. For those viewers who have been following this process from the beginning, I apologize. You're going to be seeing some things that you've seen before. But it won't be long and I'll be caught up, and producing all-new strips for your viewing pleasure. So here's the first strip, which I drew while Jett was taking swim class. At the time, he was about 2 years old. He didn't have a problem with the water, he had a problem with the instructor's technique, which consisted of throwing him in the water and letting his "instincts" kick in. If his instincts were to scream and flail about, he passed the class with flying colors. It was a frustrating time for all of us, so I drew this cartoon to break the tension. This is the one that started it all.

Welcome to Father of the Brood!

This is my new comic Father of the Brood. It was adapted from a comic I did a few years ago called Durkin's Droppings, but that sounded to egotistical (and scatological) so I renamed it and reworked it. I am now beta-testing it. Here is the character based on me.