I had an idea for a Cub Scout doodle, but I’m going to save that one. Andrew starts Cub Scouts on the 12th of next month.
Instead, the idea of wrangling nine 6-year-old boys made me think – again – I’m going to need more hands. Which – as it often does – led to thoughts of me being an octopus. With lassos. And a mustachio.
The cow on the right there seems mentally affected. Perhaps it’s the weak jaw.