For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for November 30, 2022

Have kids they said, It’ll be great, they said

Whatever you want to make Michael

Seriously, Mike? You’re asking a woman in poor health to fix you something to eat? Why not go to that grocery store at which you’re employed and get something there? As a grocery store employee myself, I at times get my something there after my shift if I’m too tired from labour to fix something when I get home.

Mike, soon it will be your turn to catch your mom’s cold. You are standing too close to her. Poetic justice for having the nerve to ask her to make dinner.

I knew that was coming. Why don’t you ask Dad?

I wouldn’t want to eat food that was cooked by someone who is sick with a cold but maybe that’s just me.

Back in the day when my Mother was in bed sick my Father would fry up a couple of Red Hot Dogs split in half lengthwise served up on a slice of bread for me and my Sister . YUM

It’s called go for yourself night

I saw that coming a mile away….. Typical entitled, flithead St. Michael..

Sure Mike, I can whip up some ham and sneeze sandwiches and some fried cough sidges on the side.

Mike, have a bowl of cereal if necessary. Leave Mom alone.

It’s time you learned to cook Mike! You’ll be on your own soon. Cooking can be fun. Besides you can make the meals just as you like them. (Dishes on the other hand are NOT fun.)

TAKE OUT! Now, GET OUT OF HERE AND LET ME SLEEP!!!

‘A little something from the Titus Andronicus cookery book’

Whatever you can dig out of the trash, Mike. Or you can go buy something at the store.

Oh quick, let’s all pile on Mike. I forgot how everyone thinks he is a POS. BTW, it was a punch line, It is a comic, and in reality, lots of young people, male and female, without thinking, might have this knee jerk question, when in fact what they are asking is “What are the plans for supper?”

Saw that coming

You guys have pizza and open a can of chicken noodle soup for me.

She seems awfully sick from just a cold. Maybe it’s the flu.

“How about a little bacteria?”

If she had the strength, Mike would suffer a bonk on the head with a frying pan.

Like I said. kids have much stronger immune systems and are carriers of disease. They get the sniffles and a slight temp. Adults get deathly ill.

Elly should hand Michael a copy of the Emancipation Proclamation. Then again, Michael will probably respond “That doesn’t work here, this is Canada!”

Assessment and prioritizing at this age are still developing and not reflexive yet. Not excusing Mike’s lack of thought, just that this is not an uncommon phase among teens.

Nope, you all fend for yourselves and someone feed the baby!

Michael, Michael, Michael. It’s called PIZZA NIGHT. So go call Graziano’s and order a couple of pizzas for delivery.

Sounds like my house.

Whatever you cook, there boyo. Now walk away before I sick all over you.

Poor form, Michael. Wonder if microwaves have been invented by this time.

A typical question from a son!

Phlegm pie with a flaky crust

Cold germ casserole…

Sounds like cold cereal.

Whatever you’re making, Mike.

Pizza.

My mother decided both her boys might be a bit ornery to marry any time soon. So she taught us simple box/canned goods cooking. It didn’t stick with my brother but I kept at it. When I invited my future wife to dinner, she expected she’d have to do all the work. When she arrived at my apartment, the dinner was ready, apartment and kitchen clean. She decided I was a keeper. I taught both of our boys the same and both their wives decided that they were keepers.

Call dad and ask him what he’s bringing home for dinner. It’s more polite.

Your head on a platter Mike

At least he’ll get fresh germs…

Whatever you and Liz are making, that’s what’s for dinner!

Whatever you can whip up for yourself…….

No him asking is okay. That way she can tell him what to fix and where it is in the kitchen. For example I would say heat me some homemade soup from the freezer and yall can have left overs from the fridge.

At least order a couple pizzas, Mike.

PB&J, Mike, PB&J

Seriously!? No one suggested the obvious: Dad and/or kids fix a meal and bring some to Mom.

Or it could be this…

Elizabeth: Mom is sick. Who will make dinner?

John: Me.

Elizabeth: You?

John: Yes me. You see, I survived on my own cooking for two years when I had an apartment after college.

Elizabeth: Mom said all you ate was canned soup and frozen waffles.

John: Your mom wasn’t there, so she didn’t know. Get the syrup, will you?

So typical!

That’s about it for sure

WHAT A MOMA’S BOY!

Give him a big kiss.