Kids and their cellphones, I'm tempted to begin: "when I was their age ..." but when I was their age, it was walkie-talkies. When our parents were their age, it was the telephone. Shoot, I can remember stringing tin cans together. There is just something magical about communication. You feel wanted, needed never alone. The saddest kid would be the one with a fancy cellphone and no friends to talk to. So, what else can I say? Be a friend, be a communicator but never forget the importance of face-to-face and a hand on the shoulder.

By the way, I really like this strip because it came from a real life suggestion. I barely had to work at it.



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For Mom ...

I don't know why, but my biggest pain as a kid was making my bed. I figured out that if I asked my Mom to "show me" how to make it, I didn't have to do it myself. Hence she demonstrated several times before that little scheme wore itself out.