For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for March 19, 2023

wonderful, ain’t it?

Elly has it really going on. Some parents might think that teaching their child how to do things in person and through example might be the way to go, but Elly has learned she can teach her children with paper signs taped or nailed up to the walls. One little problem with this excellent Idea — Farley and April can’t read. Also Elizabeth and Michael don’t have the attention span or discipline to read that many notes. Dr. John Paterson is also, iffy. After all, he read the sign that says, “Keep this door closed!” in panel 6 and what does he do in panel 7, but open the door.

Thou shalt not try me. Mom24/7

“Teaching by example” usually backfires, because the learners figure that the willingness of Mom to clean up after them means they don’t HAVE to be careful and not track in mud or wear dirty shoes — after all, Mom will just clean it up…

If you sprinkle on the seat I will scrub it with your toothbrush. Love mom. ♡

Spring in Canada, a blizzard

where’d all the Ukr whoop go?

Looks like they never learn no matter how much you nag. But I’d call every one of them back in and tell them to clean up this mess!

There is probably one in the bathroom that says “We aim to keep this bathroom clean; your aim is appreciated.”

definitely what you would call a mud room – the space between the outside world and the home.

All they need is a mudroom, a room between the house and garage, mine has the washer and dryer in it, a bench to take off your shoes and hooks to hang up your coat’s.

Isn’t that what Mud rooms are for?

Give it up, Elly. If they won’t listen, what makes you think this will work?

Idiots of Spring…

Throughout today’s comic strip you can see that their house has some green wainscoting paneling next to the front door. Yet when Liz and April come in and take their wet shoes off, the wainscotting has suddenly vanished! The wall is yellow from floor to ceiling.

In the meantime it’s 15 degrees here with a 4 degree windchill in Kansas. Brrrrr

The 5th season in Canada and upper US: Winter, MUD, Spring, Summer, Fall.

Don’t give my wife of 61 years any more ideas!

Order has its place. But seldom near the front door in Spring.

I’m very much looking forward to this day:…

https://youtu.be/fnPis-GAu_M

Just get em all back in there to do it right.

You have to put on a pair of boots in the kitchen just to get to the front door.

Takes me back – four kids and a big box of mittens – and always one or two mysteriously missing.

If your boots need to be emptied, what good was it to wear them?

One good thing about papers going on the net, is that they don’t get wet anymore. They still haven’t solved the “Late” issue however. They have just exchanged “Server Issues” for “Traffic Due To The Storm,” excuse.

Spring? I would think hidden scene more of three children wallking upstairs in their underwear! Nice to see a naturist family that comfortable!

In the house where I grew up, we had a foyer. There we were able to take off our rubber boots (“arctics” we called them), and our shoes, and leave them there to dry. We didn’t have problems with wet clothing, but we were able to leave our cold weather things in the foyer before entering the house proper.

Indeed it is!

Why does “Mom” always have to clean up !!

The stirrup pants on Elizabeth! :D

Ugh…I hate messes like this! I’m OCD and if nothing is in its place and dirt on the clean floor, I lose it!!

They need a room for mud- – all by its self outside the house via tunnel.

the fact that she has to “say” anything at all doesn’t reflect well on her inconsiderate family.

A major reason behind our genkan and large closet the front entrance. And mudroom at the back.

Sign, sign

Everywhere a sign

Blockin’ out the scenery

Breakin’ my mind

Do this, don’t do that

Can’t you read the sign?

Well it appears that Michael did hang his jacket up albeit in the wrong place.

Can’t help thinking they either weren’t trained very well or they’re deliberately making a mess. Next time make the kids clean up after themselves!

“Can’t you read the sign?” “So what? I don’t smoke.”

I grew up in the rural, Redneck Cariboo in northern BC. Our ugly, interminable fifth season between Winter and Spring was ‘Break Up’, courtesy of our logging roots…gravel roads were either mushy and muddy and slushy, or dry and gritty and dusty, depending on how recently we’d gotten a late snow. The few paved roads, like Highway 97, had either frost heaves or pot holes. Winter was glorious, cuz it was cold and crisp and skiing and tobogganing and ski-dooing (everyone had a ‘ski-doo’, even if was made by Arctic Cat or Polaris or Evinrude or Suzuki; ironically, not many could afford a Bombardier Ski-Doo, despite it being a home grown product, alas) was amazing…Spring was warm and new and green, with the promise of summer holidays and camping and fishing.