I clipped a Committed comic panel a couple of months ago—this should make anyone laugh who’s seen Jonathan within the last month.
A mom, with neatly folded laundry ready to be put away in her hands, has swirling, enlarged eyes in her head as she listens to her small child say, “Why can’t I have my own shark? Where do snails go when they die? Will asparagus root in my stomach and grow out my ears? Is there a cure for snot? If I let my toe nails grow, will they fall off in my shoes? If I don’t give a mouse a cookie, will he eat me? Why can’t I hop on Pop? Why? Why? Why? Why?”
The additionally funny thing about this is that Jonathan is standing next to me as I make this entry, and he’s reading everything I write out loud as I type it. He likes the “why why why why” at the end, no surprise there!
Posted by elizabeth at July 12, 2003 01:28 PM