My 8 year old daughter created today’s strip, and I kid you not, without any prompting or direction from me. This was solely her idea, and she executed it all on her own. I love how in its own weird internal logic, it’s a complete idea. Who would’ve guessed creating comics could be carried down through the genes?

It’s a little hard to read the dialogue so I’ll transcribe the text for you:

Frame 1: Man: H’m I wonder where my Dad is?

Frame 2: Man: Oh there my Dad is.

Frame 3: Dad: What are you looking at?

Man: Nothing.

Frame 4: Man: Sorry Dad.

Frame 5: Dad: Ahhhh… (after being stepped on by Man.)

Frame 6: The End.

I love this strip but I had to ask Chloe who the Dad in the strip was, she replied,

“You.”

“Why am I getting squashed by the huge man?”

“Sorry.”

I either have a comic genius for a daughter or I see huge therapy bills in my future.