For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for October 03, 2010

In light of this, I think my 2-year-old might just be sleeping in a crib until she’s 12.

To those Betty/Gloria types who say men and women are the same, look at their reaction and acceptance of grey hair.

I think I put a few gray hairs on my drivers ed teacher.

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Don’t be silly, John. Men go silver. Women go gray. :)

Unless you have a child like Michael, then men go BALD !

At the tender age of 30 (I was 10), my Dad’s hair was completely gray… I didn’t get married until I was 27, and the wedding pictures prove I didn’t have a gray hair on my head. When I became a “Daddy”, BOOM! Here came the gray! (Like my father, I earned those gray hairs!)

LOL, my sis and I say that I’m the cause of dad’s gray hair and she’s the cause of the receding hairline. :)

I started going gray the year that I got my first job and bought my first house (same year). My mom says that no one else started going gray early, so it must have been the stress. Since I started dying early, I have no idea how many the kids added, and I don’t even want to think about it.

lightenup, I hope you meant “dyeing” and that you are NOT “dying.” Please let us know! The “I gotta go to the bathroom” excuse has been around forever….

Is “please” anywhere in Michael’s vocabulary?? It would have been nice in the “turn on the light” and “I like the door open” panels. If I had used that demanding tone when I was his age I probably would not have reached this (old) age.

I also fervently hope that lightenup meant dyeing. I would dearly miss that commentary. I also got my first job/first house in the same year. No social life for years after that but it was so great having a place that did not belong to anyone else but me. How about you??

John shouldn’t be yelling at Michael no matter how aggravated he feels. The poor little guy sounds like he’s scared to be alone in the darkness of his room. He should be comforting and reassuring his son instead that there’s nothing to be afraid of.

So if John tries to be sure Michael really had to use the bathroom, the next thing he will hear is, “Dad! I can’t go with you watching me!” Then he will back out, and an immediate flush will ensue. Next excuse!

What do you call a row of rabbits hopping backwards?

A receding hairline.

… or a receding hareline!

I’m bald, but it’s not in my genes. I have hair in my jeans.

I really wouldn’t feel sorry for Michael, Gretchen’s Mom - he really does rather sound like my son and my little cousin, using EVERY excuse to stay awake a bit longer. Scared doesn’t really come into it.

How come Teddy is white in this strip? He’s brown in others.