For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for March 12, 2015

And Calvin’s father lived on canned soup and frozen waffles for his daily three square meals while in college.

Wow. Way to pitch in, Michael…

Come on, Michael, peeling carrots is not rocket science.

Well, you did try for the award for Best Dramatic Performance.

An (almost) universal kid moment – creating an excuse to not do something grown-ups are supposed to do.

Turn the peeler on the other side, Michael.

The ads today are totally out of control!

Lynn’s Notes:

This isn’t so much a scene from my son’s adolescence, but my own. My parents both worked at our jewellery store and would be home around 6:00 pm. I was supposed to have the dinner on by the time they arrived — everything was set out for me and easy instructions were left on the counter. Even so, I thought it as the biggest imposition in the world; unfair, because my younger brother didn’t have to do ANYTHING! Eventually, I started to have some pride in the fact that I could cook! This gave me some real confidence, since many of my friends couldn’t even make a sandwich.

Always loved being in the kitchen since & was 7, & only peeled potatoes, never carrots. I scrape carrots with a sharp paring knife. One grandchild said: “Grampa Gordon,why do you always sharpen carrots?”

Won’t Mom be proud…?

If I were ‘Mom’ I’d take his ‘key’ away and send him next door to Annie (the sitter). He needs to be taken down a peg or two.

Simply Wash the Veg. Never Peel unless the Covering is Not Edible!

Poor baby…oh my peeling carrots! Trust me, I had to do that and more at that age because my Mother had to work and it doesn’t kill me!

“Woof! Humans.” LOL

My parents knew nothing about raising a southpaw, but (through dumb luck) Mom always bought peelers that could be used in either hand. Despite being a klutz in the kitchen and workshop I could at least peel potatoes with the best of ’em!

Late comment, but like I said last week….attitude is everything!

He could have no supper on account of this. When asked how come, his parents would shurg their shoulder and say nonchalantly “It was too hard. Oh well, can’t say we didn’t try”

Again, we were all expected to pitch in and help at our house — no matter who was home. That didn’t mean we didn’t grumble and try to get out of it, but I had to do chores to earn my allowance.