The Hooligan learned to read about a year ago. I take no credit for this, whatsoever. He just started reading things one day when no one was paying attention. That's kind of how he operates. There are definite upsides to this: I forget my glasses in the car? Hey bud, why don't you read these directions to Mama. While you're at it, can you tell me what that street sign says? The very best advantage to this is that when everybody gets all up on Mama's nerves, they can go to their separate corners and read a book. Oh yes, the sweet muttering of new readers.
So, tonight at dinner between knock-knock jokes, the Hooligan rips a belch worthy of The Marshmallow Viking and keeps on talking. Careful not to interrupt, I wait until he finishes his sentence and then ask:
"What do you say?"
Without missing a beat, both monkeys stand up and applaud and holler "Encore! Encore!"
Thank you Bill Watterson. Somebody has discovered Daddy's stash of the complete Calvin & Hobbes. I haven't decided yet if this is one of the upsides or downsides of early literacy.
So, tonight at dinner between knock-knock jokes, the Hooligan rips a belch worthy of The Marshmallow Viking and keeps on talking. Careful not to interrupt, I wait until he finishes his sentence and then ask:
"What do you say?"
Without missing a beat, both monkeys stand up and applaud and holler "Encore! Encore!"
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| Copyright 1992 Bill Watterson. From Attack of the Deranged Mutant Killer Monster Snow Goons |
