I’m a dork. For awhile my kids would precede just about every conversation with the phrase “Guess what…” followed by the basis of their thought (“…what happened in art” “…what a friend said” “…what I did” etc) and it was always asked in the form of a question. Of course a normal person would simply ask “what?” to the obviously rhetorical question. Me being me, I would actually guess at what they were talking about, annoying them to no end. Suffice to say my kids rarely start a conversation with “guess what…” anymore.
Because to a kid, just about anything an adult says must be wrong, when in fact, it often turns out that we’re right. Even if the kid is loathe to admit it.
Do not adjust your eyes, this strip really is a little on the gray side. If memory serves I had just bought a new scanner, wasn’t familiar with the software and up against a deadline. It’s been four years now, I should get around to cleaning it up some day. Maybe tomorrow. Anyway, this one is based on real events and the adventures of our over-eating pug.
And just when you think your kids are the most contradictory and confounding beings on the planet, along comes a dog. You dog owners know this to be 100% true.
For as smart as we think we are, it’s a rare day indeed when parents can sneak something into a kid’s diet. They can ignorantly walk by an overflowing basket of laundry to be folded, or a crying dog standing at the door, but put an onion or anything green on to a pizza and alarms are going off all over town. Yes, I was a kid once, and admittedly I was probably THE pickiest eater on the entire planet, but that doesn’t make it any easier to understand now.
You know you’ve been there. The child is sick, you feel bad for them, but you dread the very thought of catching whatever sickness of the week they dragged home. You know you’re getting it one way or another. Don’t fight it.
How many of us are blessed with super metabolisms so you never get pudgy no matter what you eat? Yeah, me neither. And I get really annoyed with myself when certain pairs of pants just don’t fit anymore. Sure I know the solution to that is eating properly and exercising regularly, but that’s just no fun.