My son went through a phase where he had a hard time going to sleep unless there was someone else in the spare bed next to his crib. I wrote a lot of comics on those nights while I pretended to sleep. I wonder if I could have gotten away with making a dad shaped lump of pillows under the blanket and snuck out. Maybe if we didn’t have 40-year-old squeaky wood floors.

Today’s Biff is caught off guard.