Posted by: Tavis Maiden on: Sunday, March 17, 2013
This comic is fiction…so far. It could also be a grim look into the future if I ever, EVER want TJ to take a vitamin/Tylenol/antidotes. I was cleaning out the medicine cabinet this week and found a giant bottle of fish oil, which was recommended to TJ for some gaining in height triglycerides. He took about 5 before the bottle sat untouched on our kitchen counter, and then was relocated into our cabinet. I told him he should take them again, to which he replied that I’ll probably have to start smuggling his vitamins into hot dogs like I do for Robot or Rigby. TJ would rather me secretly medicate him then to ever have to take anything on his own. This comic is proof that, when he’s super old, he once condoned this behavior.