Calvin and Hobbes...

I don't know if waiting for the bus is as bad as being on the bus for an hour each way... le sigh...

Kapwinngg!!

Run, Spiff, run!!

There are some questions you shouldn't ask, Calvin... You might not like the answers...

Bug-eyed tentacled monster(s) under the bed? Yikes...

That doesn't work, Calvin... at least I've never managed it...

I know I was potty trained earlier than four years... but no symphonies...

This is way, way too accurate... and it's even worse if there's two kids in the house...

A reappearance of Spaceman Spiff... woot woot!!

Get well soon, Calvin's mom... you need to be strong...

Maybe I'm missing something but 'breakfast in bed' has never worked well for me. Not necessarily from the destructive powers of Calvin... rather just the concept of bringing easily spilled dishes onto an unstable surface...

While I don't make any claims to be a fancy chef, I can do better than frozen waffles & canned soup. I'm better at baking than cooking... my kids were raised with homemade cookies and bread.

Compassion, Calvin? You're going to spoil your street-cred...

It's not always planned, Calvin... heh...

Hippo with gland issues... now that's an image...