The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for April 18, 2018

The last time they knocked the Snickers clean out of me.

Caleb swings a mean bat.

C’mon, honey… you’re just starting your career…

and those parties will make or break you.

Break a leg!

He must not have Aflac.

He goes to the school of hard knocks.

The last party he went to turned out to be quite a bash!

With friends like that, who needs enemies?

He is always the hit of the party.

One shattering revelation is more than enough.

If that is her son then could it be considered child abuse?

I told you those Lucky Strikes were bad you your health.

Shouldn’t that be “No mas, no mas”? (for those who remember Roberto Duran)

Maybe the will Knock some sense into you? Knock Knock, who’s there?

The original Candy Krush.

Pobrecito!

I don’t trust that mom’s judgment. Her eyes give it away. She’s empty and detached.

Three strikes, and you’re out.

Just a swangin’

While I was at Seattle Children’s hospital years ago I once threatened a misbehaving child I would place him in a full body cast and use him as a pinata for the other kids. :>) He was fairly well behaved after that encounter. Damn how I loved my work!

Mom used to be a swinger, but that’s no way to raise your kid.

What’s his name Timex?!

It’s better than being a love pinata in a Mexican prison…

“Bring candy.”

Owwwww….

his mom hates him