Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for November 30, 2020

You’re lucky, Cliff. Mine played accordion…

In Brewster’s case, his mother would rock him to sleep.

With an actual rock.

This also explains a lot.

Anyone’s mom played the drums?

Tough love.

Pity she didn’t play two anvils.

Ah. I remember being in the marching band. I played the cello.

I feel there’s deep cymbalism in today’s comic..

And that’s why he’s so cymbal minded now. b’dum tssshhhhhh….

Castanet over him and drag him from bed.

I sang my daughter to sleep. I think she’d have preferred the cymbals! It worked well, she’d quickly pretend to be asleep so I’d stop.

Cliff’s problems began when his mom stopped him from crying by applying the cymbals to both sides of his head at the same time.

“…not with skill, but definitely with passion.”

Very cymbalic and Freudian.