Or be overly prepared. All presents bought and wrapped by 2nd December (I was poorly, so it was a day later than usual), and nearly two weeks later there are definitely shapes I don’t remember wrapping. Another two weeks and everything will be a surprise!
A variation on this is that opinions are like p*nises. The only amendment to what has already been given is that it is fine to have one, and fine if you don’t! Not everyone needs to opine on every little thing!
Merriam-Webster’s online dictionary explains that to plagiarize is “to steal and pass off (the ideas or words of another) as one’s own: use (another’s production) without crediting the source [… or] to commit literary theft: present as new and original an idea or product derived from an existing source.” So unless little Johnny has spent more time working out where the teacher got her lesson plan from than doing his homework, he simply read “Lessonplans.com” at the bottom of the teacher’s material whish is crediting the source, and not plagiarism, by definition
I would imagine having fewer clothes was probably a factor as well. One hundred years ago the average working-class person wouldn’t have had a different outfit for every day. One pair of trousers, maybe two shirts. Babies/young children certainly wouldn’t have been changed clothes multiple times a day – the offset to that would have been cloth diapers though, probably several of those.
This is a US-centric comic and that is a US-centric comment, making it appropriate. However, good luck in may other countries inferring which way is N/S/E/W on Lytham Road/Westminster Avenue/Horton Drive… (Throw in the fact that our streets are old enough not to be grid-based and it gets even more fun – left and right are pretty much the only options left)
Isn’t this an old police interrogation technique? One that results in false confessions? (Oh, and I’ve witnessed this as a visiting auntie, and it turns out kidlet had been telling the truth from the start, the confession was the lie, and dad had misplaced his own keys in the fruit bowl – so, yeah)
So technically the baby is now a teenager? Nifty!