Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for August 14, 2011

Ya just can’t win, Mom…

Calvin’s mom really needs to learn to cook…or better yet, just let the dad do it. Or SOMETHING….!

Send Dad to bed without his Supper.

Like Son, Like Father! OY!!

When Mom tries to please one child, the other is bothered.

Love it when Mom beats Calvin at his own game!

Stuffed peppers, yes, but, stuffed with WHAT?!?!

That what I miss about the draft. Military men learned to eat their food and shut up about it.

Dad’s meal is well spoiled!

As Mom always said “Can’t win fore losing” or something like that.

really I didn’t know Monkey heads be for ..

Love this one. Very funny. But I get the feeling she can’t win no matter what she cooks.

Six of one, half a dozen of the father…

No matter what Dad thinks, Mom, you beat Calvin. Way to go

It takes one to know one!

Dad should imagine that they are stuffed peppers, which they are. “Is Everybody Happy?” – Ted Lewis

Monkey heads – with dad’s brain. Small enough.

Yeah, Mom should’ve let Dad in on the trick first.

I asked mom what she was eating once and she said “roach guts.” Turned out to be antipasta. (am i spelling that right?)

I love the smell of stuffed peppers!

Pour it on, Dad. The more you gripe, the more Calvin eats. Our normally boisterous youngest son was feeling really miserable, so the pediatrician thought he could get a smile by saying, “I’m going to give you some medicine to make you feel better. Do you want the kind that tastes like fish guts, or bubblegum?” Of course, my little Calvin looked him straight in the eye, and deadpanned, “Fish guts.” The doc actually seemed a bit flustered for a sec. Can’t believe that’s the first time he got that response, but it did make the kid feel better.

You can get one, but not the other.

Classic backfire

The dad is obviously not mature . . . and the dad can only cook frozen waffles and soup!

Stop please…you are all making me hungry!

My favorite Calvin and Hobbes.

Love this one very much!

Smart Mom, stupid Dad. She should tell ‘em next time she’s cooking Alligator brains.

Like Father Like Son.

LOL xxx

Next time just settle for pizza with all the toppings…. can’t go wrong !

monkey branes and raw peanuts, yum, monkey heads,i haven’t eaten.

Dad you may have scored points with Calvin,but a cold wind is starting to blow in your bedroom.

Our oldest son always smelled of the food on his fork before taking the first bite of anything on his plate. Now in his mid 40s and still does it. He would eat just about anything but always had to smell it first.

You and me both!

Mom doesn’t have a husband and one child . . . she’s a single mom with two ungrateful, whiny children!

Mom’s who can’t cook are a staple of comics (and sitcoms, too) because it’s funnier and leads to more situations than if they do cook well. with kids involved, a lot of the time it is the food itself that creates the humour, rather than how well it is cooked.that said, this strip seems to be an example of turnabout being unfair play.

yeah I love how they both complain but don’t bother to make dinner themselves.

As they said to Indiana Jones; “Chilled Monkey Brains!”

Blondie can cook, that’s why she went into the catering business.

“We had an old rule when we were camping. The first person who complained about the food had to take over as cook.”+++++They did something like that in the Elenium—the person who asked first was cook that day. As I recall, it took them months to figure out the rule.And then, for three weeks, nobody asked whose turn it was to cook—so the knight who always “kept track” had to cook.

And, by the way, Dad, don’t ask about the rice in the pepper stuff- . . . monkey brains. She didn’t add any rice; those must be maggots.

You can never please everyone.

I Love “Monkey Heads”!My Mom made the best!

Reminds me of that scene in the Indiana Jones movie. Too Funny! :-)

How to tell Dad that they are stuffed peppers, and I just called them “monkey heads” to get Calvin to eat them. Reminds me of the time Dad told Calvin his disgusting looking food was a plate of toxic waste that would mutate him, and Calvin scarfed it down like Cookie Monster eating cookies. When finished he said, “Ahh, I can feel it working already.”

June Cleaver could cook. Aunt Bee could cook anything except pickles.

The rest of the monkeys were ground up and stuffed into the monkeypepperheads……

I guess monkey brains became more popular than I thought after Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.