Like father like son, especially when it come to circular cheek lesions. Dad seems to have removed his dentures here; his arms are made of rolled Play-Doh, and his hips conform to no known body-type present in the range of homo sapiens. One surmises that he had a hipectomy, and now urinates through a tube that protrudes from his navel. At least he’s doing better than his son, who has sawed off the lower portion of his body and become a floating torso. One only hopes he cauterized the wound with Mom’s iron, or he’s going to leave a trail of guts all over the house. And you know what they say about ten yards of unspooled intestines! Rover’s delight, Mommy takes fright.