Sometimes I can’t believe the things my five-year-old comes up with and how much they reveal about the inner workings of his mind and how much he’s learning. Other times, I can’t believe he decided to give himself a haircut in the middle of the night. In the dark, mind you. And sometimes he comes up with headache-inducing stuff like the things in this strip. Exactly like the things in this strip, in fact.
Worried the Nannadroid bit seems like something of a stretch, but when my son comes up with these things I can’t help but recall the episode of Star Trek where Spock defeats androids by making illogical statements until they overload. * So, yeah. I stole half of this strip from my son, and the other half from Star Trek. And I added a flame cannon, because dammit, everything’s better with flame cannons.
Hey, I’m playing a show as Worm Quartet this evening (Friday, June 11th) at The Haunt in Ithaca, NY! I’m going on around 9:00. Feel free to show up!
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* I’m pretending I don’t know what episode that actually was in an effort to hide my Trekkie roots. I don’t know who the hell I think I’m fooling. It was “I, Mudd.”
Stella 500> Harcord Vincent Mudd! What have you been up to you worthless, lazy…Have you been drinking?
Mudd> SHUT UP STELLA!!!
Beautiful! Star Trek was the first thing I thought of while reading this, so logically illogical.
And, lotion IS smaller than rocks…
“We can have ketchup because it’s Thursday, right Daddy?”
“Um, right honey. We can have ketchup because it’s Thursday.”
Just a snippet of things my 3 year olds say…
Love it. No kids, but 4 little darlings next door to me. My conversations usually go like this: “What are you DOING??!!” “Taking out the trash.” WHY???” Or to “I’m mowing the lawn.” “WHY?” Ok, that’s a logical question. I eventually decided to kill off the lawn, put down nice bark mulch and flower beds and paths. Much better, but I digress. But with no lawn to mow, I have time to.
Dan – YAY! We’re gonna have to start celebrating Ketchup Thursdays in my house too!
MG – That reminds me of a conversation my son once had with a kid he met on the playground…I think he was 3 or 4 when this occurred:
MY SON: Is your name Jordan?
KID: …No.
MY SON: Why not?
KID (looks at me with confusion)
I could probably fill this strip every week with stuff my kid says. But eventually it would become The Family Circus. With flame cannons.
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That is my family’s favorite episode. “Illogical, Illogical, please explain… Norman coordinate” is frequently heard around the house when someone says something stupid.
And, little kids are great for random stuff. A coworkers daughter was very excited the first time she saw a midget. She shrieked to the whole grocery store parking lot “Look Mom! A baby lady! Can I pet her?” Kids are diabolically awesome.
“Logic is a pretty flower, that smells really bad.
It’s okay, even I knew it was I, Mudd, and I only like the TNG-era stuff.
This is hilarious and totally sensemake.
P.S. BRAIN AND BRAIN WHAT IS BRAIN?
You have to wonder whose bright idea it was to equip her with flame cannons in the first place
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Ahem…
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Which leads to the logical question, why aren’t I equipped with flame cannons?
Let’s try that again–
Re: the question as to who equipped the Nannabot with flame cannons…
Per the annotation above, everything is better with flame cannons. Except, maybe…nope. Everything.
3 year old logic “I want a Beefburger, no beef, no burger”
That is a CHICKEN burger, no bun
What aren’t there? Spiders? Spider-holes? How are they outside if… Hoow are there none if there are so many outside… Howw many… What? …Owww…