Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for July 10, 2019

No wonder he has chocolate sugar bombs for breakfast every morning.

This explains why we never see the grown-up Calvin.

Calvin might as well open a restaurant.

Calvin better hope he doesn’t meet Gordon Ramsey.

I wonder when Calvin’s mother goes grocery shopping, she gets a twelve-egg carton each time; don’t want her son to waste every egg in an eighteen-egg carton or even a five-dozen, three-tier carton.

TV’s new reality show, Cooking with Calvin.

Don’t laugh, Calvin. The yolk’s on you.

Another disaster, if Calvin were my kid I’d encourage him to play outside as much as possible and a little more.

Your Mom will crack up when she sees this, Cal. Shell (She’ll) kill you.

Wait ‘til Mom sees this. She’ll be shell-shocked.

It’s not much fun when failing those challenges bring consequences, Calvin!

It’ll be a challenge to clean it up before mom sees it, too.

Does his mother know her six year old is using the stove????

Calvin’s gonna have to scramble to get out of this one.

A therapist would sob at this child.

Sulfur and brimstone for breakfast for you Calvin. What would the Calvinists think?!

I use the same technique for pouring milk on my cereal.

My now six year old son asked me the other day what was worse, the poopy diaper smeared all over the wall or the dozen eggs smashed on the kitchen floor? The joys of fatherhood never end, I now call him my little bull in the china shop of life.

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Calvin is an excellent argument for remaining childless….

Calvin is fried. He has to scramble to get more eggs. He will get them eggactly on the stove, on the floor, and even on him. Since he will deny that he had anything to do with it, he will offer to get a hard boiled detective named Benedict and his lovely assistant Quiche-a to get on the case.

Hey, who ordered scrambled eggs for breakfast?

I’m impressed! I was well into my teens before I mastered the one handed egg crack. (I assume he tapped it on the skillet to get it started first, if not, I’m doubly impressed!)

You cannot make a childhood without breaking eggs.

What scares the jim-bob out of me here is the idea that he’s got the stove turned on (I suppose) and there’s no adult present!

Calvin has all it takes to understand the physics behind one eye closed and devoiding one with the depth perception.