Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for June 12, 2013

I’m sure you’re right, Petey.

Uh… I’m sure Mozart played the piano, Peter Otterloop, Jr.

Why couldn’t they put the tray next to him?

I see an eggie type disaster looming

I thought Grandma’s eggs were to throw at cars?

Eat that many deviled eggs and the place will SOUND like an oboe recital.

The devil you say, Petey!

I sympathize, Petey. I was the designated hand-carrier of some fragile (but heavy!) souvenirs on a flight back to Chicago from Madrid with my parents and some of their friends…. BTW, where’s Big Shirley?

I see a big mess coming up.

Except if Petey did eat them, his membership in the picky eaters index would be revoked. Too many ingredients in there!

They’re Staring At Him!

Petey’s too picky to be eating those deviled eggs. Does the woman travel EVERYWHERE with them?

A couple of “holding things in lap in cars” stories. 1. My husband was carrying home a platter of leftover Greek salad we’d taken to a gathering. Suddenly he started yelling about the cold oil-and vinegar dressing in his lap. 2. Daughter #1 was carrying the cat home from the vet while I drove. Suddenly she yelled, “Mom! She PEED on me! [long pause] . . . MO-omm! It’s getting COLD!” I confess that, horrible me, I laughed like a maniac on both occasions. Couldn’t help it.

In the next strip petey says that the develed eges are starring at him

Alice’s look at Petey in the last panel is brilliance!

Why doesn’t Grandma have plastic wrap over those eggs?

:- D

alice’s face though