Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for February 24, 2018

Calvin, your Mom may love you more than life itself but your Dad still wants a weiner dog.

Of course Calvin shows his love for Mom when she isn’t there.

What happened to that cod liver oil?

A few strips ago, Rosalyn told Calvin to go to bed. Should have let it be.

Calvin, only six and knows exactly what buttons to push. Tch, tch. Using Mom as your straw fairy benefactor. For shame!

“You’re not my mother. You’re not the boss of me. I don’t have to do what you say.”

Rosalyn postponed her date for the big bucks. The going rate for baby sitting is $14 and Calvins parents are wiling to pay $30 an hour.

Well your Mom’s not here right now, is she Calvin?

You’re not fooling anyone, Calvin. Your face in panel 2 is the same when you’re eating mom’s food.

It’s been a l-o-o-o-ng time since I’ve had a babysitter. But I can’t ever remember her preparing a meal.

Years ago, I had a babysitter when I worked. My daughter commented that Mildred made very thick soup. Turned out, Mildred couldn’t read and didn’t realize she needed to add can of water to good old Campbells.

Calvin’s fantasy world just never ends

Forget the date, she’s going to postpone having children.

There’s the Calvin we know.

More like a chucacabra!

I can’t help but side with Calvin on this one…she really is a barracuda.