Wallace the Brave by Will Henry for November 02, 2022

I invariably think of the perfect retort about a week later.

The problem is that Timmy was Spud on, spot!

“L’espirit de l’escalier”; an expression I first learned about from Marcie of the Peanuts

I appreciate Wallace with Milkweed pods!

Love it

Don’t fool with molasses

He “choked”, all right..!

Spud plays soccer?

Isn’t Mclaughlin jacksepticeye’s last name?

L’esprit_de_l’escalier (‘wisdom of the stairs’) is a French term for the predicament of thinking of the perfect reply too late.

I remember holding up the split milkweed pods to let the winds off Lake Erie spread them about. Not too many indoor distractions in the 50’s, so we mostly found things to do outside.

just a little work on combacks

Saving monarch butterflies by spreading milkweed seeds.

Every time Wallace has that milkweed staff and is spreading its seeds, it reminds me of the parable of the sower from Mark chapter 4. I hope that there is going to be a comic in spring where milkweed springs up and (in the words of Andrew Peterson) “The hills remember green again.”

Sounds like my typical response too

Does indeed need some work…..

Well, some days you’re the dog and some days you’re the hydrant.

I’m sure that took the air right out of them. At a minimum they are probably still standing there in bewilderment trying to figure it out.

Oh yeah? The jerk store called and they’re running out of you!

Still a good replay.

Spud, your first thought was best. A soft answer turneth away wrath (whereas your claim to dangerous “heat” might have itself been derided, thus ineffective as a comeback).

Ha. In a class I used to teach, one of the students frequently said “Okey-dokey, artichokey”, and it always cracked us up. I hadn’t heard that phrase in a LONG time.

Made me laugh.

Trond, what’s the connection to Marcie? That has to be fantastic.

I’m not good at comebacks, but my grandmother was a master. I was taking her to the grocery store one day. When I parked and we got out, some old man walked up and accused me of taking his parking spot. I hadn’t even rushed to that spot, much less cut anyone off or anything, so I had no idea why he was saying this. While I was shocked and trying to find my words, my grandmother calmly asked him, “So what do you wanna be when you grow up?” Man walked away with a beet red face. Gramma. My hero.