Part of the fun of writing a daily is that you can make climaxes anticlimactic, and it doesn’t matter PLUS it usually makes it more fun. A very different beastie than writing actual plots where an anticlimactic like arctic explorers reaching the north pole and simply getting a haircut might lead you to have hoards of torch-bearing lynch mobs outside your door.
This reminds me of when I make a joke which is sarcastic or a huge exaggeration, and someone listening believes it, and I feel so bad because my intention is to never make other feel stupid.
It is such a very-fast inner discussion, while trying to hide your expression, when seeing something beautiful destroyed by a child who is trying to express love and doesn’t know the “value” adults put on things.
If I remember correctly, this strip was partly inspired by a scene from “My Neighbor Totoro” where the character May puts flowers (if I remember correctly) one-by-one on her father’s desk while he works.