Baby Blues by Rick Kirkman and Jerry Scott for February 22, 2025

If he enjoys popping bubble wrap, it might be fun.

it’s the new Slip-N-Pop-Pop

Wait till he does fall, pop, pop, pop…

Popping bubble wrap is great fun!

looks more like a piñata now

Zoe will whack him with a stick

Next time the floor is dirty, Wanda will have another option besides the mop.

Yeah… I think the bubble wrap is a bit too much.

She takes all of the fun out of impending doom.

I remember sliding across my mother’s newly cleaned floor in socks.

That helmet can be quite the lamp-breaking, knee-shin bruising weapon, Hammie. Think, boy, think.

That b-wrap will stop him on a dime.

70 years ago I spread bacon grease all over the kitchen floor to slide on.

Remember sliding on the newly waxed hardwood hallway floors at my boyhood homes in my stocking feet. When I would slam into the wall at teh end of the halls I would tell my mom I was just buffing the floor.

[Whhssshhh pop pop pop pop!]

Darryl: What?

It’s fun, without the bubble wrap, ask Tom Cruise.

Safety first…..

Armor…for protection..LOL

Pop pop pop

When I was a kid, we had a screened in porch that ran the length of the house. The floor was painted with a gray gloss paint that became super slick when wet. In the summer, if became a great slip-n-slide, complete with bloody legs and buttocks from the nails that had worked up through the paint. We kept a hammer handy to pound them back in upon the discovery of one. Around 1976, my parents decided to enclose the porch and make some extra rooms. It was a sad day.

Hammie, now tell her you have to pee real bad and see just how fast she can unwrap you and get you off of her clean floor.

Spoil sport.

I’m a health room assistant at a grade school. There’s a few kids I’d like to wrap up like this before they go to recess or PE!

She forgot the mouth guard.Bruises heal. Teeth don’t grow back.

When I was a young child, many many decades ago, my mother would enlist my younger siblings and I to polish our wooden floors. She’d mop and wax them and after the wax had dried she’d give us diapers (the original cloth kind). We’d sit on them and scoot across the floor, pushing off the walls, furniture, each other, until most of the floor was nice and shiney. All she had to do was some parts around the edges. We had a great time, it kept us busy and out of trouble (not that I ever did anything that was in the least questionable, you understand, but my siblings….) and saved her a lot of work and time she could put into other things. I’d forgotten about that.

Everybody is useful if you can just figure out how to use them.

I’ll allow the helmet—but lose the bubble wrap. Pain is a very effective educator.