My son generally hates smiling in pictures, and so far the best school picture we’ve ever gotten was the one taken by a photographer smart enough to realize that KIDS LAUGH AT FARTS. I live in the land of Kodak, and there’s an entire wing of the George Eastman house devoted to the history of artificial flatulence in the photography of children. At least I assume there is. I’ve never been.
This is one of those pieces that’s been staring at me from my collection for a long time, and I’m glad I finally have some words on it that seem to work with the expressions of the characters, if not necessarily the vintage of the equipment.
MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP: I like that one. It’s amusing. And disturbing.
SHOEBOX’S FOLLOW-UP QUESTION TO MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT: The dialog? Or the idea that Motley Crue might still be touring when this girl turns 16?
MRS. SHOEBOX’S RESPONSE TO SHOEBOX’S FOLLOW-UP QUESTION: …Yes.
Sorry this one’s late. Happy Thanksgiving /Hanukkah / whatever you do this Thursday!