Sometimes they go pear-shaped.
…based on a true story.
Because you couldn’t find the flyswatter.
The same burglar must have taken their TV that got Calvin’s down the block!
My Grandma’s favorite poem was “I eat my peas with honey, I’ve done it all of my life, it makes the peas taste funny, but it keeps them on my knife.”
…and do they still twirl nightsticks?
Leo under the stairs?
The wake up alarm I have set on my iPhone is Dan Hicks and his Hot Licks singing Waiting For The 103.
Very convincingly drawn (I can smell that cleaner.)
You’re a good dad.
Sometimes they go pear-shaped.