Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for April 13, 2019

Petey never was the athletic type anyway.

I guess Petey is more of an academic.

Even at four, Alice knows that sometimes it’s easier to demonstrate something than it is to explain it.

They should send Petey away to Camp Walk-It-Off.

Sometimes Petey just seems quirky. But other times he exhibits signs of paranoid schizophrenia.

I can identify. Being the most uncoordinated kid ever, playground or mandatory volunteer sports were agonizing for me. If a ball came near me I would estimate its speed and probable trajectory, then plot a course that would take me ten feet away from the point of impact. It came in handy during later trigonometry courses, but on the field it made me a target of contempt, scorn and loathing of epic proportions. Not only was I chosen after all the boys, I was chosen after all the girls! After the school mascot, even, and it was a gerbil with a batting average of .014.

I’ll just bet he’d love a game of Hot Potato…

Alice has surprising soccer skills—in more than one sense!

Petey, retreat to your bedroom. There must be another adventure in which Little Neuro does nothing for pages and pages that require your close scrutiny!

The Beautiful Game. I wish the World Cup was every 2 years.