It took me ages to figure out how to do a week about “V Zine,” although a long while down the road I did. But it did tickle me that his evidence was a pulp trash magazine he self-wrote.
Despite things working out well for the three and their picnic, and that I would have been as gung-ho as them, I’m still with Vachel in that the difference is perhaps very mightily thin.
I admire children when they get this stubborn. But there often comes that line, when it’s finally time to carry them home by their sled because reasoning is over.
Or maybe not. My minimal parenting experience is probably quite naive. Perhaps many are much more apt at imposing reasoning upon the obstinate child.
I put the tag in, Frank. :)
I always thought this strip was a cute play on the mistaken conclusion. And I like the burrrrp. :)
It’s my birthday! I’m turning 5! So old!
This is the kind of line I used to use as a kid, say part of a sentence, knowing that the listener would fill in the rest incorrectly. I was a wicked child when it came to dueling words, but fairly mild in nature.