February 07, 2019
January 17, 2018
A boy always trusts his mother
A sad story this week.
Bad news, Cal…
“That’s why animals are so soft and huggy.”
Such a sad story arc, but so beautifully done. Another example of Watterson’s genius.
Have tissues ready, everyone.
I remember this arc. I know where the story is going.
Yes, kids believe Mom can do anything. At my mom’s funeral several years ago, one of my brothers shared a story about how he as a young child accidentally broke a vase. He scooped up the remains of the vase and took it to our mom and said, “Here, Mommy. Fix.”
I remember thinking Mom could do anything I brought home from school. She’d always sit down and say, “Well, let’s read the instructions first” and then, “Oh, we can do this!” We was usually me. She told me it wouldn’t be fair to turn in an adult’s work. Took me many years to realise that a) my mom only had a 7th-grade education, so often she really didn’t know much more than I did and b) my classmates’ moms were doing a lot of their projects for them, especially crafts, which was why theirs were so much more perfect than mine.
Oh noo, it’s this arc. One of the best.
Wouldn’t it shock everyone if they saved it this time around?
One of the greatest story arcs in the history of comics.
That’s nice of Cal to take care of the raccoon
I’m amazed Calvin is being sensible enough to not touch the injured raccoon himself. Not at all his normal reckless behaviour.
Maybe it’s RJ (Over the Hedge) on a Twinkie overdose.
Oh no!!! :( :( :(
That kind of trust is the way it should always be between child and mother.
I’ve never read this arc before. Now I’m sorry I read the comments. Ruined it.
Reality checks are rough.
Good bye for a week.
I’m not familiar with this story line as are many of the other readers.
My first reaction, “Good thinking, having a tiger watch over a baby raccoon. Hello, it’s lunch time.”
That is so sweet. Children and baby animals are kindred spirits.
oh, I remember this one. I still cry when I read it. :(
Thanks Mr. Watterson for the sad mood.