Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for August 29, 2018

I’m surprised there’s still a supermarket that hasn’t banned the Calvin family.

Time for Mom to make like an asteroid.

Clean up in Cookie Isle

He’s in a bit of trouble at this point.

Clean up in aisle everywhere!

as if the T-rex’s blood sugar is down when it comes to cookies

His next daydream is going to be a tyrannosaurus with a leash. You can’t put a leash on a tyrannosaurus. How can this little woman hold me back?

What other comic could possibly set up a strip with something like “Oh no! There’s a tyrannosaurus in the grocery store!”

Wait ’till Rexy gets a smack under the tail!!

It’s okay, eating the butcher was self defense. He was planning on making some T-Rex loin steaks.

NPR had a story about a mom being served a warrant for leaving her child safely in the car.

Mom should realize by now; the answer to that question is a resounding NO!

Reminds me of something I seen once, “50 Fun Things to Do at Wal-Mart”. One said “One word, Calvinball”. It might create “carnage in the aisles”.

There are days when Calvin’s behavior deserves a fat ear

There’s destruction in the aisles alright. And there will be mayhem as soon as Calvin and his mom get home.

Too bad Roslyn wasn’t available.

Why does the butcher look suspiciously like Calvin’s dad?

This happens before the sugar rush?

I love the butcher.

Many years ago my wife did in home daycare and I worked in a local hardware store. Every day she would take the kids out for a walk to the grocery store and come visit me at the hardware store. They were always well behaved. Later in the day their parents would come in with them and they were just like Calvin.

Have another kid, mom. We had three. Wait a minute.. never mind; don’t have another kid.

Calvin, of Calvin and Hobbes is the poster-child of why you should use a condom, gezzzz!

I remember one particular grocery shopping trip with my then-toddler son (he’s 30 now). He was being particularly grabby so I had to go down the middle of the aisles so he couldn’t reach anything. As we were about to round one aisle another shopper intersected us and stopped us dead in our tracks. As I fought to keep my wee tentacled beast from ransacking everything within reach, this stranger remarked upon the cuteness of my son. The first words out of my mouth were, “You can have him. How much money do you want to take him home with you?”

She beat a hasty retreat and we continued our strategic excursion. All was fine until the checkout lane. They do that on purpose and they get what they deserve in the checkout lanes.

I love children like Calvin…for breakfast! (OMG! I’m stealing my Dad’s “jokes”)…

That last panel always made younger me laugh out loud.

I wonder if Calvin’s mom has friends with no children. Does she ask them “Have you thought of having kids of your own?”

I realize he is 6, but why isn’t Calvin in the cart. It’s not like this is the first time this has happened I’m sure.

and when he gets home Mom’s going to transform him from a T-rex into a Megasoreass