How Baby

There’s this saying: the way you talk to your children becomes their inner voice. Well, funny thing happens, is that it also becomes their outer voice, and they use it against you, and it’s funny as hell.

Almost had another how this email finds me situation the other day, between hours-long meetings, appointments for myself and all the dependants, and baking cookies for the school bake sale. Luckily, I have Momo to keep me honest, and eating my silly little high fibre diet – even if it’s a few hours later than intended.

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HAPPY CYBER MONDAY!

I just finished my last convention of the year, so I have some stock on hand just in time to send out for the holidays. I’m so so so good at advertising and didn’t even do any lead up or anything, just a ghost drop in the middle of the night. Surprise! That’s a thing totally cool people do all the time.

Small prints, stickers, and whatever I can fit into a mostly-flat mailer are available for a limited time on my store! Enjoy!

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TRANSCRIPT

Panel 1 (Momo is looking into the microwave with a quizzical look)

Panel 2 (Lindsay looks up in sudden realization as Momo calls out:)
Momo: Mom, there are beans in the microwave.

Panel 3 (The aforementioned beans, in the aforementioned microwave)
Momo: Was that supposed to be your lunch?
Lindsay: Yeah.
Momo: Mom, it’s 3:45.
Lindsay: YEAH.

Panel 4 (Textless; Momo extends her arms out stubbornly as Lindsay looks down at the bowl of beans)

Panel 5 (Momo, hugging Lindsay, her face stern; the text bubble is large and the text is small, evoking a flat, quiet affect)
Momo: Eat lunch.