Congrats to you and your wife, Keith.

Congrats man. Here's hoping fatherhood gives you even more material... as we all know it will.

Sincerely,

Diomedes

Please, please, please, Almighty Flying Spaghetti Monster, watch over Keefer and his family...keep 'em safe.

Are they giving the kid suppositories, an enema or Ex-Lax?

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Congratulations!!!

Very happy for you both (i mean, three...), Keith!

Congratulations and best of luck to you, wifey and the former Li'l Gravy!

However, I have a rather hard time believing you slept through a breastfeeding class.

Enjoy your new baby, (to your wife) Take as much time at the hospital as you can and use the breastfeeding councilors. I know from our experience that starting breastfeeding can be tricky particularly with the first, don't give up!

Great news, Keef! But is the world ready for another like you? ;-)

The miconium inhalation is no joke, however, although I admire you for having the guts to laugh at something scary. My nephew had that same problem, and as a result, had pneumonia and some other problems for a couple of weeks after he was born. Not to sound like a voice of doom here, but do watch him carefully, because that can sometimes be a symptom of other problems that you'll want to catch as quickly as possible. The good news is, my nephew is now a sophomore in college and acing his way thru! So hang in there, Daddy!

I thought I got it. Boy! Now I am confused, as usual, again.

Garrison Keillor must write for Keith Knight's, K Chronicles?

Mr. G. Keillor says `Keith Knight has another mouth to feed in hard FISA times?

Before I forget it: `Great Idea, saving the Federal Register for posterity later take.

Lil' Gravy will be illuminated. If possible, send Meryl Streep out to shear the sheep.

On cold days and nights Garrison Keiller throws little stones at FISA bribed Senators.

Duck!

Mr. Rockerfeller, Hoyer, and Nancy Pelosi etc., They are disgusting. Snoops. Poops.

Pretty soon Little Gravy will get hungry. Teach him to kill the old red rooster. Shred.

Butcher to shreds a Constitution.

We American people agree that the little people need some supper. The wife can but a backup goat? goo. goo, ah. goo-goo. enjoy goober peas. goat milk makes ya's sleepy.

Sex use to be fun. But, growing up in a one room log hut was hard hovel to sleep at.

Adults did the "nasty" in the pitch dark of night. Mr. Knight may now think sex is bothersome and costly? Food is a luxury. People are starving in America. We American "little people" that are true blue boot-wearer's (boys) have blind spots, and wear g-string diapers. The G-men that are employed in the DoJ may know lovable women have a vaginal 'spot' before a further entrance into the females blessed doorway to the womb? It's supposed to be somewhere in there.

Buy a kid's kinky 'Masters and Johnson' or Kinsey's sex manuel.

If Keith Knight is lucky, Lil' Gravy will have no green poop pants.

My first born, Lil' Michael, had green flops in a diaper for days.

We had sex.

For three days the poor baby was ordered to stay in a 24-hour lit-up box, incubating. gads.

In the mythological marriage of Ares and Aphrodite, the kinky-act was performed in a see-through Knight`y, I believe.

If Lil' Gravy is trying to sleep at night,

try to keep the noise decibels low at night.

We American "little people" critters get cranky.

If your lucky, Keith Knight, you can be a leper.

Ya's can yell out. Scream from shooting pains.

Who sings that song? `People gotta to get little.

The world needs Little Gravy to walk and bless.

Bless your family. Invite the aunts, brothers, sisters, and all Salon readers to sleep over your house the next night you feel like fooling `round. I'd say: If your wife is smart she's not tell Keith Knight where to put the tiny little dupe. I hope Lil' Gravy can't read yet. This is stupid.

Let him read about hypocrites and the Federal Register, and about FISA. Read to that cute little Gravy bundle in bed.

Invite Meryl Streep?

Maybe I'll stop BYE.

"Okay, now I get it. Everything is illuminated." That captures it exactly, Keef -- now that you've been initiated into the largest club in the world (parents), you'll find that your perspective shifts radically and your empathy expands. News items about lost or endangered children will pierce your heart to new depths. You won't mind being reduced to mere background furniture when the li'l one is around.

But be warned: an unexpected (and hopefully transient) side effect is that "Family Circus" will no longer seem hopelessly sappy and inane.

Heartiest congratulations to you and your wife -- all your fans wish you much happiness and joy with your new child!

You'll love fatherhood, it's great.

You have a very lucky boy, to have such a clever father.

Best wishes to you and your family:)

Have to add my congratulations also. As others have said, this will change you forever. You're embarking on what my wife calls a "grand adventure". Parenthood, to steal a description from Dickens, can be the best of times and the worst of times (sometimes both, during a single family dinner!). Take care of wifie too, she will be sore for a while.

Congratulations, Keef and Wifey!

(But really, this cartoon should have had a not-safe-for-lunch-break warning. Yikes.)

Mazel-tov!!

Cigars!

Though would that be too phallic...or fecal?

Add me to the line of congratulators!!!

you can be assured that we're all eagerly awaiting your metamorphosis into the next Bil Keane.

There's a vacancy there that's been a vast, silent vacuum for too long.