Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for October 27, 2013
October 26, 2013
October 28, 2013
Transcript:
Alice: I'm tired. Where's Daddy? Petey: He's down the block. Alice: My feet hurt. Petey: He's hiding behind a tree. Alice: My bag's full. I want to go home. Petey: He's going to jump out and scare us. Dad: BOO! Alice: AAGHK! Dad: YIKES. Alice: UGHF. Dad: ALICE! Alice: OW OW OW! Petey: Well, jeez, I told her. Mom: Daddy's outside trying to find all your candy. He's very, very sorry. Alice: He should be. Look at the state I'm in. Tell him to leave the nougats. Petey: All I got were nougats. How'd that happen?
Woo-hoo! Tacky grandmabrag alert – last night the creator of my avatar (who drew it on the computer shortly before or after her sixth birthday – she’s eleven now) won first prize for the best costume among the oldest age group at the annual Halloween skate at our village Lions Club hall (Wisconsin). She wore a black capelike thing, a silly chicken head, and sunglasses. As a pièce de résistance, she carried a fake foot with bloody ankle that she’d gotten at a Dollar Tree the previous week. The foot was a big hit with the younger kiddies, who kept touching it, and a younger boy who fought it with his light saber. (She has assured me that the thing won’t turn her into a mass murderer.)