For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for October 08, 2017

Super Teddy is on the dresser and not on the bed and yet Gordon draws the conclusion that Michael still sleeps with Super Teddy. Michael chooses to abuse poor Super Teddy instead of giving the obvious retorts:

1. There are also clothes in my dresser and I don’t sleep with them. Do you sleep with everything in your dresser, Gordon?

2. I don’t sleep on my dresser, idiot. I sleep on my bed.

3. Why are you trying to pick a fight with me? I thought you wanted to listen to tunes.

4. Chicks dig guys who still have their teddy bears. It shows you are sensitive and caring. Which one of us has been kissed by a girl at summer camp?

Nice saving your reputation at the end, Mike.

Thank heavens they are forgiving creatures.

Fortunately, Teddy will never tell on him. Stuffed tigers may be another story…

It’s a good thing Gordon wasn’t making fun of Michael for allowing a pet to share his bed…

My 35-year-old son still keeps his teddy on his dresser. His wife thinks it’s adorable (both the bear and her husband’s affection for it.) I made a duplicate bear for his young daughter when she was born.

Looking at the first panel, I don’t mind my older daughter’s music. She has an innate sense of what I would enjoy or not. I would never have listened to Evanescence if it weren’t for her (although I could have done without Melanie Martinez). My younger daughter prefers the older stuff anyway.

Never loose it. It will remind you of simpler times one day.

we all know Gordon’s got something from his toddler days hanging out in his room, too.

Caving in to being in lockstep with peer pressure. Typical.

Lynn’s Notes:

After he graduated from high school, Aaron moved to Vancouver. With plans to study broadcasting, he couldn’t wait to go. He left home with confidence and an attitude that said, “Goodbye, no horse town!” A few weeks after he’d settled in to his apartment he was sharing with a friend, I got a phone call from my liberated son; “Hey Mom…everything’s fine, I just need you to send me something. It’s um…well…uh…could you please send me my, um, …teddy?”

at least it’s not a trumpy bear

He is more considerate of Gordon than he is of his own mother.

LMAO!!

My son went to Penn State with a Winnie the Pooh bear sticking out of his backpack,he was a great hit with the girls.