This strip was inspired by the many pieces of “expired” candy I’ve eaten in my life. Most smaller candy doesn’t even have expiration dates on the individual pieces. But I’ve eaten them all.
I’ve even eaten candy which tasted verrrry funny. Blame the sweet tooth. It’s much nicer than blaming the sanity.
When I started drawing Little Dee, someone told me it’d never be big because too many people would think that it was horrible that parents might lose a kid, and scary for parents with kids thinking they could.
But there was something about the situation which kept intriguing me, like the little bit of spark and discomfort behind the entire strip. it is fun and happy and loving, but there is this background conflict which you know someday must be resolved.