My older son, who just turned seven, approached me several weeks ago and proposed that I create a strip for the week of Thanksgiving which would show Jones with a Turkey on his head. It seemed like a reasonable request to me. The poor kid is doomed to have a sense of humor sort of like the old man’s. I’d have to say I’ve developed a sense of humor similar to my dad’s, and it’s served me well. I’m pretty sure about 60% of my dirty jokes came from him at some point, but we just won’t go there right now…

So to my oldest son, I say “Great job kid.  You stand a chance at being twice as funny as I’ll ever be, and possibly a better artist.  And you’re a pretty dynamite son, too.”

Happy Thanksgiving, and safe travels.  Watch out for the other morons on the highway–they’re out in force!