Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for May 15, 2021

The SOS of 6 year-olds.

Apparently “sissy” is in their vocabulary as well.

I’d walk a million miles for one of your…..smiles.

Lost in the back yard. Would help if dad mowed the lawn

The magic word.

©1991

Perfect match for today’s Peanuts!I quote from another commenter there: When in darkness, when in doubt, run in circles! Scream and shout!

If only Suzy could hear their plaintive cry. She could get him to do anything with fear of exposure of Cal’s weak moment.

Out there in Peanuts, Snoopy’s lost today too. What a coincidence!

For once, Calvin’s vocabulary fails him! :D

Why has the quality of the artwork taken a sudden dive?

Well, can’t blame them. There was no GPS phones back then.

Could be worse, there could be tigers in that long grass…..Oh! Wait…..

So before there was Dora, it was “Calvin the Explorer”…

Magellan he ain’t.

Maybe they’ll run into the Beagle Scout Snoopy.

“Where are you?!” calls Mom. … “I don’t know!” comes Calvin’s voice quavering out of the high, high grass.

They’re going to run into Snoopy, aren’t they?

“MARCO”,,,,,,,

Excellent comments here – I’m not even going to try!

Synch with Peanuts today (Snoopy gets lost and panics and shouts-both replete with explorer outfits).

Teach children to call you by your name when lost because a) there are a lot of “mommies” out there and b) a lot of mothers learn to turn off their response to that call after the four thousandth time. :)

When I was 4, I got momentarily lost in a field (I believe a pipeline right-of-way) beside our house in the city. We moved away later that year, but when I went back as a teenager, the field was only 12 feet wide and maybe 30 feet long. Perspective to a 4 year old.

They’re not lost… they just don’t know where they are.

definitely a different artist !!

Calvin was a little younger here and Hobbes matured with him. “Mommy” is a younger word.

I have a VIVID memory of being VERY young, riding my tricycle up the street, getting totally lost (a few doors from my own house) and sitting in the middle of the street on my trike wailing like a banshee. My mother heard me and sent my older brother out to rescue me.

Mom now looks out the window and calmly says “ What, Calvin?”

Awww …

i away’s get scaird when i am alon