Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for May 07, 1998

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Timmy's mom: How's it going, Bob? Have you taught Timmy how to box? Timmy's dad: Well... Sort of. Timmy's Dad: The boy just doesn't seem to have a knack for it! His mind wanders! He doesn't pay attention! Timmy's Dad: He'll never be able to fend off bullies with his boxing skills! He'll have to use other ways to gain the upper hand! TImmy's mom: "Other ways"? Timmy's dad: Say your poem for mommy, son. TImmy: Float like a butterfly. Sting like a bee. Create a diversion, then kick'em in the knee