Wallace the Brave by Will Henry for November 12, 2019

Yes. Evidence. Of the worst-colored kind. Oh, fudge.

Resealable, shelf-stable pudding in the handy gallon can: That’s not a snack, that’s adventures in chemistry.

Spud needs to learn that whoever he makes a decision it needs to be followed immediately with “and then what?”.

Ah yes, school lunches… I remember endless servings of tamale pie, “chik’n” nuggets and some kind of fruit, melon? That never occurred in nature.

This was during WW2 when we ate surplus food. Yes I’m that old!

“Snuck” instead of the rapidly-disappearing “sneaked” but “spilt” instead of “spilled”? What is happening to our language?!?!

Trust me, you do not want to be known as “pudding pants” in school.

He managed to lick the rest of himself clean!

The pants are ruined? What about the toilet?

And Spud acts like Wallace is the weird one…why on Earth did he think flushing his pants down the toilet was the logical next step?

They’re kids

Honestly, Will, where do you get them crazy idears?

I love Spud’s flow of logic from snack to pudding to flushing his pants. It’s perfect kid logic. Way to go Will.

I’ve never spilt pudding on my pants. Or spilled it either.

Good thing it wasn’t butterscotch…

Why? What did you think kids would think it was besides pudding?