Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for January 12, 1993
January 11, 1993
January 13, 1993
Transcript:
Ellen: OOOH! Daddy! What Happened? Dad: I slipped on ice. Nate: He didn't just slip! It was a wicked wipe-out! Spare her the details, Nate, and bring me the heating pad. Nate: He flew way up in the air and landed right on his butt! Dad: Nate? The heating pad. Nate: Good thing your fat cushioned the fall, eh dad? Dad: The heating pad, Nate!
So Nate DID see Dad slip.