Bliss by Harry Bliss for June 08, 2019

Being born in a hospital sure beats being born in the middle of a cornfield.

Uh-oh. And it’s a surprise present for Mom and Dad.

“Where’s the milk bar?”

the definition of “precocious”

Zeroth birthday. No candles.

And the kid can talk !

Little known fact: during their first year, babies have “memories” of the future. But it fades well before they can talk.

Yeah kid, it’s all downhill from here.

“Now where are my presents?”

Yep, it’s all downhill from here

“… so far.”

Reincarnation personified.

“Where’s the jerk that kept poking last month?”

A special occasion to try your finest birthday suit.

Well, actually, we all have only one birthday. The rest are anniversaries……

It would be hard to beat.

That appears to be a fairly long umbilical cord.

The child’s preciosity is preternatural. Shades of Wilbur Whateley. So is this the reborn Christ or Anti-Christ? Maybe a Leviathan messiah.

This reminds me of the movie line, “You’ll regret the day you were born!” Hopefully that won’t happen.

And the worst?

good thing to grow up fast- by the time he’s thirty there will be no drinkable water and very little left of either coast. and the air might be unbreathable. I doubt very highly we’ll wake up enough to fix anything by then.