Baby Blues by Rick Kirkman and Jerry Scott for May 09, 2023

Of course it’s your favorite Zoe. Always digging those spurs into Hammie every chance you get.

Remember Hammie, it pays to advertise.

How would Zoe know, unless she follows him around, sniffing? Is she a dog? Hmmm.. Maybe!

Join in Hammie. You know you want to paint one that says “My sister has cooties”

Surprised Hammie doesn’t like that one!

Didn’t someone predict this yesterday in the comments?

and so many people can relate to it.

Hammie should paint one that says, “Believe it or not, my sister is worse.” It’ll be payback for Zoe and it’ll frame Zoe, as it might be taken that she is talking about Wren.

Lame.

Ah, the deep abiding love between siblings.

Hammie should be proud to claim title to that one.

There’s no such thing as bad publicity.

Zoe will paint Hammie’s face on a rock to frighten off the red ants

The best part, is people will relate!

Art or graffiti?

This appears to be only a funny comic but actually on a deeper level, the writer is showing how cursing is intrinsically ingrained in our DNA. As young innocents, we all used mild invectives like the above-mentioned “stinky butt” and farthead and buttbrain. Eventually we all move on to the real deal which, thanks to things like pay-TV and some rap music, arrives at a younger age every year. That and dads everywhere who knowingly or not, let fly George Carlin’s 7 dirty words every time some household chore vexes them.

(just clowning)

We have a small collection of painted rocks, from the little girl who lives across the street. She loves our 2 dogs and 2 cats and her parent have pet allergies so we are a favored place to visit. She has brought us many painted rocks that she has made when she comes over for kitty, puppy play time.

“… but just feel of this tourd he produced!”

Consider the source, Hammie.

Not exactly an “Interesting Thought”. Universal truth maybe, “All kid brothers are stink butts”.

Time to put the rocks and paint away Zoe.

A local rock painter left a basket full of rocks, in our Chemotherapy waiting room, painted with beautiful scenery and with inspirational words. I picked out one with a painting of our Redwood trees and another that said, “Don’t give up.” I held that rock and caressed it often. I stopped to talk to a young mail carrier trainee at my door and found out he is the only one of his family to not indulge in drugs, alcohol (a Brother died from an overdose and another in prison). He is determined to finish school and succeed in life. I gave him the “Don’t give up” rock and I pray for him daily.

Cute Sibling skirmishes.

Haha! XD