Do they even MAKE idiot-mittens for kids anymore? Or simply clip-ons?
For any who are unfamiliar, it is a pair of mittens with a string connecting the two which you run through the sleeves of your jacket. Thus, if you pull one, the other one will be pulled.
As a child, I always thought one could move or change things with one’s mind, if one concentrated hard enough. Fortunately I only tried to change things which my mind couldn’t change, so I wasn’t left in the exhaustive trap that Blake was.
The punchline here is very secondary, although if you look at a dog’s face when you rub them behind the ears, it is a very apt comparison. But the strip really hangs on the main truism, which I wrote from the heart.
I almost love getting caught in the cold damp rain, because the feeling a warm shower, putting on a dry bathrobe and slippers, and then even better — a fire and some cocoa, has got to be one of the most divine things ever. Which is funny, because you need the awfulness of being cold and damp or else it’s not the same.
As a child I remember that when everyone came over for Thanksgiving, that the puzzles always came out. Puzzles create great opportunities for not having to talk (and still be a part of things) for those moments when you need that.