I still feel uncomfortable that he throws away his shoes rather than just stuff them in the closet. I’ve had some periods of hard times and don’t relate well to wasting perfectly good things.
I’m hoping this year his mom is standing on the shore waiting for him, her hand held out in an unmistakable fashion and that glorious don’t-you-dare glare in her eyes.
When I was Wallace’s age my little coastal town Had all of the standard Summer Foot Perils. Oyster shells, pop tops, hot sand, dog renderings and of course dreaded stickers of all kinds. I walked down to my pal Donald’s house to horse around and discovered his uncle had finally cut the tall grass in back of their tool shed. I loved running through any freshly cut grass and was almost across the purty patch when I found out the very hard way that dry and hardened sandspurs become invisible after a mowing. I collected 19 stickers in my tender early June soles. I froze and could not and would not walk. Donald’s aunt brought out a foot tub (appropriate, huh?) for me to sit on with my feet in the air. I refused to let anyone remove the sandspurs so my Mom was called. I’ll never forget how hard she laughed when she saw my predicament. As she pulled out the stickers with tweezers we both laughed until my poor little feet were released from their sticker shock. Took a week to heal well enough to do the Twist with my friend Cathy. I learned a lesson that day in the sandspur patch. Keep a pair of Flip Flops in your pocket for special occasions.
angelolady Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Seagull is with him in the imagination panel ♥
Last Rose Of Summer Premium Member almost 2 years ago
As a child, all I ever got in the tall grass was a nail in my foot and a tetanus shot.
Bullet Bronson Premium Member almost 2 years ago
angelolady, you nailed it!
Ida No almost 2 years ago
Rose: “Amelia, he’s you’re friend. Please explain him to me.”
Amelia: “There is no explaining Wallace. I only keep him around because I need someone to carry my ketchup packages for me.”
crookedwolf Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Aladar30 Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Poor Amelia live in a perpetual state of boringness. Luckily Wallace, Spud and Rose can help her feel better.
posse1 Premium Member almost 2 years ago
’Bout time for the sandals & socks to come out, Spud!
some idiot from R'lyeh Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Spud’s horror at the lack of socks is the cherry on top of this masterpiece.
golfgranny47 almost 2 years ago
Amelia, always so upbeat.
The Legend of Brandon Sawyer Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Wait a minute now, Rose has been around a while. Is this her first summer hanging out with Wallace?
42Irish Premium Member almost 2 years ago
‘bout time he got around to this! It’s almost July!
jschumaker almost 2 years ago
I love the seagull silhouette in the 2nd panel.
trainnut1956 almost 2 years ago
In my case, it was stepping on bees in the clover.
Homeward Premium Member almost 2 years ago
No Amelia, YOU’re going to starve, by choice.
MichiganMitten almost 2 years ago
Note Rose’s hands in last two panels.
Kawasaki Cat almost 2 years ago
Mom is not gonna be happy!
WCraft Premium Member almost 2 years ago
OK, Mr. Henry. Reference for the poem in the 2nd panel or did you create it? A google search came up empty…
scyphi26 almost 2 years ago
Well, he’s been doing this for some years now and he still hasn’t starved, so I’d say he’s still doing something right here.
GKBOWOOD Premium Member almost 2 years ago
As far as Amelia’s concerned, Wallace’s “adventures” are exercises in misery…so “no wander” she’d say starve! (Sorry, I couldn’t resist)
Anselm the Seeker Premium Member almost 2 years ago
That sums up my summer. When I was a kid, shoes were gone.
jscarff57 Premium Member almost 2 years ago
By the end of summer when he’s ready for shoes again, these will be too small anyway…
dagus0423 almost 2 years ago
I love this so much!
chromosome Premium Member almost 2 years ago
I still feel uncomfortable that he throws away his shoes rather than just stuff them in the closet. I’ve had some periods of hard times and don’t relate well to wasting perfectly good things.
parkerinthehouse almost 2 years ago
we used to get stickers (goat head burrs) but we’d take our shoes off anyway! hahahaha
CaptainKiddeo almost 2 years ago
I’m hoping this year his mom is standing on the shore waiting for him, her hand held out in an unmistakable fashion and that glorious don’t-you-dare glare in her eyes.
Gotta love Wallace’s mom.
ricekook almost 2 years ago
When I was Wallace’s age my little coastal town Had all of the standard Summer Foot Perils. Oyster shells, pop tops, hot sand, dog renderings and of course dreaded stickers of all kinds. I walked down to my pal Donald’s house to horse around and discovered his uncle had finally cut the tall grass in back of their tool shed. I loved running through any freshly cut grass and was almost across the purty patch when I found out the very hard way that dry and hardened sandspurs become invisible after a mowing. I collected 19 stickers in my tender early June soles. I froze and could not and would not walk. Donald’s aunt brought out a foot tub (appropriate, huh?) for me to sit on with my feet in the air. I refused to let anyone remove the sandspurs so my Mom was called. I’ll never forget how hard she laughed when she saw my predicament. As she pulled out the stickers with tweezers we both laughed until my poor little feet were released from their sticker shock. Took a week to heal well enough to do the Twist with my friend Cathy. I learned a lesson that day in the sandspur patch. Keep a pair of Flip Flops in your pocket for special occasions.