This is not a direct true story, thankfully, but I think it points out that the behaviors we dislike seeing in our children are often just a reflection of what we ourselves are doing, even if we don’t realize (or want to acknowledge) it. Do as I say, not as I do!
On an overly self-critical note: what’s up with that arm in panel two? I think that might be the worst appendage I’ve ever drawn in the strip. Good grief.
This is a very condensed version of how we spent one recent weekend.
The prom is nerve-wrecking, of course your stomach has butterflies.
You can’t miss your first day of work because you ate a bad yogurt.
Hmmm, maybe three days is a little long for an upset stomach to keep getting worse.
The original sketch for this cartoon was done on a hospital paper towel during her week long stay there. It’s not my proudest moment as a parent, but I guess it could have turned out a heck of a lot worse so I’ll take it.
The final panel is a nod to one of my favorite TV shows, “Arrested Development.”
I’ve been reading Charles Schulz Peanuts comic strip for as long as I can remember. Certainly longer than I’ve been drawing comic strips. As a kid I read my Peanuts Classic Treasury and Snoopy, Come Home books (both of which I still have) over and over again, not to mention the daily and Sunday strips. If this isn’t THE classic American comic strip, I’m not sure what is. I just finished reading Volume One of Fantagraphics Complete Peanuts and of course loved every page. Recently we’ve been playing baseball/softball with our kids, some of their friends and parents on the weekends, which has been way more fun than I could have imagined when we started. So I think all of these things came together in my mind when it was time to draw the weekly strip. I’m not sure I would say Peanuts inspired me to start drawing comics oh so many years ago, but there is no doubt it helps drive my creativity each week, and my admiration for Schulz work has grown exponentially over the last five years. This is my inadequate way of saying “thank you.”
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.
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.