FoxTrot Classics by Bill Amend for June 04, 2018

pour half on your son’s head, Roger, and the other half in his lap… or vice-versa; your decision

Forehead, so it trickles into his lap.

Leave the boy alone, Dad. When he’s your age, you’ll be retired and he’ll be the lucky one.

Neither of them. The boy is torturing himself a lot worse than anything you can dumb over his head!

This is why I always said that Jason is Calvin in a few years after Calvin finally breaks up with Hobbes!

Ah, to experience just once more a childhood summer. Nothing to do but eat, sleep, play, and do it all again the next day . . . bliss.

Father’s Day is coming up – thanks, dads, for your lives of “quiet desperation”, grinding through life for the care of your family – this is the humble, loving song you sing (Thoreau had it wrong).

I hate adulting. Those summers at Grandma’s house were the best.

That’s it Jason rub it into dad.

I thought “Dragonheart” wouldn’t age well, but it did get a sequel last year for some reason.

In my house that would result in that problem being solved rather quickly.