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.
Most days I think my wife likes being a mom; she of course loves our kids and would do anything for them. While I believe they do love her as well, based strictly on the evidence that they can’t be bothered to pick their own dirty socks up off the floor, I’m not so sure they would do anything for her. That doesn’t change anything, but it sure is obvious that “mom” has to be among the most thankless jobs ever in the history of the human race. It’s a wonder women everywhere haven’t protested and ended the whole species by now.
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.”
A couple years ago we received a popcorn maker for Christmas. The kind that sort of looks a movie house popcorn machine, but on a smaller scale. For whatever reason I have become the person who operates this machine; probably because it’s just about the only thing I can cook that other people will eat with being admitted to the hospital. Anyway, the dogs love popcorn and quickly gather around as soon as they smell it. Sometimes I think it’s a bigger deal for them than it is for the rest of us.
It’s just SO easy to sit down with a box of cookies, a bag of chips or pint of ice cream, power it down and THEN looking at the serving suggestion. Too late.
On a side note, I must have been running a bit too close to deadline with this one. What is that odd, nebulous white space off to the right? It’s like the end of the comic strip universe just drops off over there or something. Weird.
Admittedly it was quite a while ago, but one of our kids handed us an “Easter List” one year. When did Easter become like Christmas when gifts are exchanged? That only happened once, but it was memorable enough to inspire this cartoon.