The quiet understated message in this strip completely tickles me: that if I have 7 pieces of cake, I get insanely silly, abrupt, and fork stabbing in what i think is humor in the moment. There is a bit of that gleam in her eye.
Like yesterday, Ted again shows his inexperience in taking care of a small child.
And I’m not sure if Vachel is being helpful, or simply making fun of Ted’s error. Probably both. :)
I remember, when younger, almost the only food I had in the house was a pyramid stack of SpaghettiO’s. For lunch I’d take a can and a can-opener.
Healthier than cake, perhaps, but not much.