Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for June 07, 2021

let the “getting carried away” commence

She put the stickers on him so fast, he won’t feel it until a few seconds later, like a samurai in a Kurosawa film

My crew put stickers all over their bedroom furniture. ALL over. And they certainly did stick.

OY!

Back in the middle of the last century, grocery stores, when collecting green-stamps was a thing, they would give the kids a comic book of animals with spaces to collect these big rectangular stickers to paste in it. Every time you went shopping, you were supposed to get a pack of stickers to add. Being very young and still thinking the world was magical, I assumed the store was keeping track of everybody’s books so they could fill them up. It was “a growing moment” when I learned the word “random” after getting the same pack of stickers three times in a row. “Why didn’t they know I didn’t need more tigers, and camels!? I need a giraffe and a platypus!!” I wailed.

Proof that he is indeed a family man.

I can tell this is going to go wrong

You forgot to give her a coloring book to put the stickers in.

It’s Alice we are talking about… Your bad you forgot that. :D

The seed that was planted today…

Hope Alice decorates dad’s car.

He’ll get the message when they start appearing on his car.

Stuck on you, Baby I’m stuck on you…

That’s like the saying, “I’m from the government and I’m here to help.”

Reminded of a medical journal editorial I read last week, by a general practitioner on, among other things, the tendency of kids to ignore the toy box in the exam room and put stickers on the cabinets (along with making dolls out of tongue depressors, towers out of urine specimen bottles, etc.)

I wore a lot of stickers home from church when a friend’s son was little. It was cool because he let me play with his matchbox cars with him. And Hymnals to be used as hills to race down. He is dating a young woman who is of the same faith, and he still attends church every Sunday. He’s now a Junior at University.

What better place for the First Tryout of a brand-new Big Book of Stickers than the back of Dad’s white shirt? I ask you….