Our first publication of February 2018 isn’t nonfiction at all, but a maze!

I wanted to draw a comic about the Olympics but was kind of bummed out that it was the Winter Olympics this year instead of the Summer Olympics. Because let’s face it: from a cartoonist’s perspective, the Summer Olympics are better because the games use so many more props. You’ve got the hammer and the shot-put and the discus and the epee and the bow and the javelin and like 15 different kinds of balls.

Dear Person,

I hope this letter finds you confused and reliant on people with money.

I’m writing, me, the CEO, to let you know about how our big company did something bad.

As promised last week, today’s strip was partially drawn by my 7-year-old daughter. Last year my son helped with an entire strip, and I promised that I’d give her the same opportunity. So here are the results.

The people across the street will not teach me piano. They told me ‘no’, even after I had put on a clean shirt, combed my hair, and walked all the way over there. I thought it would be like asking for a cup of sugar, like neighbors sometimes do. “Will you teach me piano?” I asked nicely.