Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for February 24, 2025

Yeah Calvin. Mom worked hard on this.

Tell him how gross it is, then maybe he will eat it…..

I do not remember this strip! It is fun to see strips that you do not remember!

I’m glad she’s wearing the appropriate safety gear for handling that stuff.

I thought Mom had a new Job! – She looked good at it!

Instead of shoveling it on his plate, shovel it in his mouth like you do with a baby.

Mom should get a job operating a bulldozer; she seems quite god at it!

Surprising that Mom and Dad don’t make him eat in the kitchen.

An articulating front loader has a tighter turn radius for maneuvering easily in the kitchen.

Who likes glop

Shovel it in, Calvin. Think of Garfield with lasagna.

I had a (left handed) sister who served mashed potatoes back-handed with her left hand, using a BIG spoon. I can picture it still, decades later. Good thing we all liked mashed potatoes!

“Calvin, there are children starving to death in Montreal!”

Home Cooking… eat what’s put in front of you and shut up if you don’t like it.

Day 3 trying to get the top comment without doing anything

Today’s answer to picky kids: order out!

I don’t recall seeing this one before. How could I possibly NOT remember ‘splutchh’?!?

Keep complaining and you’ll just get more!

Well drawn pay loader in middle frame.

Splutchh! I lose my appetite, just making that sound in my head.

I had five sibs, we ate was was set before us.

I prefer what I cook.

Mom was a pretty good cook . . . most of the time. But I learned early that to complain too loudly earned one a fat ear.

I can empathize with Calvin a bit here. My mother was not the best cook. To top it off, one of my father’s favorite meals was kielbasa, sauerkraut, and brussel sprouts. I couldn’t even stand the smell of that dinner and I’d happily skip that meal and go to bed hungry rather than eat that for dinner, but to leave the table without eating everything on our plates was not an option. Furthermore, we were never to serve ourselves as dinner portions were always placed on the kids’ plates.

Years later, when my dad aske me if he could temporarily move into my house because he was moving back to Michigan from Washington sate, I informed him he could do so under one condition. He was not to cook kielbasa, sauerkraut, and brussel sprouts at any time in my place! He literally pouted, but my house never had that meal served at any time during his stay. Gotta say, that was a good feeling.

In fourth panel, Calvin and mom are looking at dad. Waiting for him to start eating…still waiting…

I used to put a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter on the counter. If the kids didn’t like what we were eating, they had the option of eating a PB sandwich.

Could be worse, Calvin. Think asparagus.

Reflex from the day job!!!!!

It could be mac and cheese. I’ve never met a kid yet who didn’t like mac and cheese.

Calvin’s mother is no gourmet cook. I think she’s been watching Flo’s cooking show over on Andy Capp.

Casseroles and kids often do not go together. “All my foods are touching each other — Eeuuwwww!!!”

“Mom! You know I hate dirt!”

Nothing worse than having a kid tell you he hates what you made for dinner, especially if he “loved” it last week!

My mother was a bit of a psychologist.

“Don’t you eat that while l’m not looking!”, she’d say.

My sister and l would then shovel the food into our mouths and gleefully shout, “We’re eating it – we’re eating it!”