For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston

For Better or For Worse

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  1. Coffee-Turtle

    Coffee-Turtle said, about 3 years ago


  2. frightenup

    frightenup said, about 3 years ago

    Put him in front of a TV and he’ll be still. Almost comatose.

  3. Gokie5

    Gokie5 said, about 3 years ago

    Ah, the “I’m just a kid!” defense. The seven-year-old granddaughter has learned to use this for just about everything. And my mom told me that when I was very young and my dad was haranguing me about something, I said, “I’m JUST a little chile!”

  4. fbjsr

    fbjsr said, about 3 years ago

    They used to. When I was in school you had monkey bars, played tag, wrestled and got to act like a boy. Now that has been labled to agressive or unfair to those that can’t compete.

  5. Macushlalondra

    Macushlalondra said, about 3 years ago


    I had adults saying that to me regarding my little sister all the time. “She’s too young to know any better.” I’d say, let’s teach her better then but no! I was supposed to put up with her bratty behaviour and not allowed to teach her not to do things and all the while she’d give me that smirk telling me she did know better. Sigh.

  6. JanCinLV

    JanCinLV said, about 3 years ago

    He’s right you know, on EVERY point. It’s one of the first rules you learn in sewing: never put pins in your mouth.

  7. capricorn9th

    capricorn9th said, about 3 years ago

    Today’s modern mothers would just fold them up and leave them at that. It’s in style anyway,

  8. Nun'Ya Bidness

    Nun'Ya Bidness said, about 3 years ago

    “Cathy” would put velcro hems in.
    That way the pants could be made the length she needed for what ever style shoe/sandal/boot she wanted to wear!

  9. RedBaron38

    RedBaron38 said, about 3 years ago


    She needs to swallow a few, they might pop that bubble Elly lives in and then she might even wake up to REALITY!

  10. comicsssfan

    comicsssfan said, about 3 years ago

    At my school everyone, except my brother and I, were spit shined and ready to go. My brother and I looked like death warmed over in our bad-fitting polyester wear, with falling zippers and socks and unwashed faces and disheveled hair. My mother didn’t let my brother and I use water, which cost money, which she was saving for her impending getaway. The reason most kids wanted to present the best image possible to the school was because there were always different grades of teachers available. The parents and kids wanted to avoid the many substandard classes where the teachers didn’t teach or use textbooks. These classes existed ostensibly for the benefit of the students who were projected to drop out anyway, so why not make them comfortable? But it really was a ploy to shovel more money into the sports programs, which were magnificent. Textbooks cost money that can be of better use elsewhere. The parents and kids fought like dogs to stay out of these classes, even when they had bad test scores from excessive TV viewing and general chaos at home. But I got into every one of them, even though my scores were good. Eventually these classes drag you down because nothing happens in them. But you are under the illusion that there is professional teaching going on. The teachers are polite and convivial. And why not? They don’t have to teach. If they would have clued us in that there was a lot more to academics than their lazy antics, I would have bought my own books and studied on my own.

  11. snakemama

    snakemama said, about 3 years ago

    i know just how michael feels…my mother used to have me stand on a chair to hem my pants when i was young. i remember her scolding me to stand still so the hems would be even.

  12. Gokie5

    Gokie5 said, about 3 years ago


    “she’d give me that smirk telling me she did know better”
    Sorry you had to put up with that. You must really be able to identify with Michael (and Curtis, if you read that comic). I had the good and bad fortune of being the only child. Didn’t have to share mom, toys, or chicken legs. Now, don’t have siblings, but those in families I observe often don’t get along that great anyway.

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