For the record, everyone has been waiting for this comic for a long time. Danielle and I first came up with it months ago, and Forrest liked the idea almost instantly. There it fermented, under pressure until uncorked today. FOOM is title, subject, and execution for this comic.
Also for the record, the news did not come quite so swiftly, and I did not go quite so bald. Both Danielle and I knew we had done something naughty and with her professional training on the subject, the portents were well interpreted. Many of these signs had been seen before, and Danielle was prone to bimonthly bouts of convincing herself she was pregnant, as if she could force the condition by will alone. We decided early on in our relationship that we eventually wanted to reproduce, but such is a common condition of young couples when they actually do. An unexpected situation, but certainly not unwelcome.
There are some perks to having a kid earlier in life, I’m told. For instance, apparently when my kid moves out to go to school, I will be at a prime age to have my midlife crisis free of the intervention of concerned offspring. I imagine I will exploit this ailment to the fullest, maybe buy a Viper, but I’m getting ahead of myself, methinks. I have to finish school first.
I just hope the child learns the face of his father while it is presented avec hair as opposed to sans.
Ja.
PS: Yes, I am aware that we passive-aggressively abuse the fourth wall in this comic on a regular basis, and I will hear no criticism on this topic. It’s fun.