Baby Blues by Rick Kirkman and Jerry Scott for January 07, 2025

Really Mom, try to get with the program

Yep. I raised boys.

Time to break out the dueling sabers.

I had two really bad scars on my right calf from an accident. By the time I was an adult, they were barely visible. I can’t even find them now.

Hambone: Well class, I was fighting three ninjas on the roof of the house, when I got distracted by a bird nest in the rain gutter, and——

Hammie’s expression Panel one!

A scab is a badge of honor!

“Pain heals, chicks dig scars and glory lasts forever.”

The king of boo boo’s is on his throne getting patched up.

I shared this one on facebook.My brother wrote: Maybe his mom will take him to see Santa in Miles County next Christmas so he can ask for and get that hideous scar he wants.Underneath the comment is a picture of Art the Clown.

Today is National Bobblehead day and pass gas day in U.S. Thought Hammie would do something to honor it.

Hammie can always hope that his appendix goes south for that hideous scar.

Stitches are scar royalty among boys.

What’s he going to do? Take off his pants and show the scar to his class?

Remeber when the group of us kids were palying. Of my playmates fell and skined his knee. His mom wasn’t immediately available to render first aid so he took care of it himself. Came out of the house with a sanitary napkin tied around his knee. We all thought it looked like the battle dressings inthe war movies and the rest of us were envious.

Hammie that face! Lol

Why is my date showing January 07, 2035 and I can jump to January 10, 2025?

On a medical basis,how does kissing it make it all better?

When I was six, I experienced an umbilical hernia, which resulted in missing school for surgery. Naturally, after the bandage came off, I brought the gross, disgusting bandage in for show-and-tell. :-D

Scars are like tattoos, only with better stories.

fusilier, who has some stories

James 2:24

That is one oddly proportioned child. His legs are shorter than the toilet lid, but his torso and head are bigger.

Or maybe it’s just the toilet that’s weird.

I had the same thought more than once as a kid. I always hoped my little injuries would leave a scar. Two actually did: One is a tiny white diagonal line under the lip that you can just about see with a magnifying glass. The other is a vaguely pink puckering on the left knee that is rarely exposed when I’m dressed, is not very noticeable even when it’s not covered, and is not remotely interesting if you do notice it.

I remember being disappointed that I couldn’t use my broken arm in show and tell. The teacher said that since I broke it on a school field trip …

Even when we get older we are always mama’s boys, we hurt more when mom’s around lol

Any thing to show off! Time for some art work!

A scar is a badge of honor for Hammie.

You’ll just have to settle for emotional scars, Hammie.

Get a sharpie and draw a cool one yourself!

“Curses! Foiled again!”

Where did he get scraped from?