I misread one of those mattress tags that say “Do not remove under penalty of law” as “Do not remove under plenty of law”. I thought it meant you needed to have plenty of law on your side in order to be authorized to remove the tag.
Also, to be fair, if you grew up in the '50s through the '70s, and your parents drank coffee, there’s a strong possibility that they drank some nasty, bitter coffee. In that era, most of the major U.S. coffee brands were making coffee which was predominantly made up of Robusta coffee beans (as opposed to Arabica beans), which were less expensive, but also tend to be more bitter.
When I was a kid, I thought everyone in the world was either Catholic, Protestant or Jewish. I just wasn’t aware of any alternatives.
And I thought the loser in a Presidential election became the Vice-President.
This is actually a beautiful idea. Too bad reality had to beat the sad truth into you.
There was a sign near my house that said “unlawful to litter” and I thought it said “unawful to litter” and figured this was the part of the street you could throw stuff out the windows.
I went to Catholic school, so in my mind, there were only Catholics and Publics.
Yeah, that’s probably true; but it’s also true that by the time I was grown I liked my mother’s coffee fine, and it was still only around 1970. We usually drank it with cream and sugar at the time, though.
It worked that way originally; for a little while after the country got started, the runner up became Vice-President.
It rapidly became clear that that wasn’t working out well at all, and got changed.
Yeah, and one time I saw a sign by the side of the street that said FINE FOR PARKING, so I parked there.
When I was a kid, I went to the zoo once and there was some kind of animal in an exhibit that said “Vanishing animal”. I stood there and stared at it, and when my parents asked what I was doing, I said I was waiting for it to disappear. They had to explain to me that “vanishing animal” in this context meant an endangered one.
My grandfather owned several grocery stores in our town. When I was a kid, we would often drive past a particular building, and my mother would say “That was your Grandad’s first grocery store.” She meant, of course, that it was the first grocery store he had owned.
For a long time, I thought she meant that it was the first grocery store ever, and it had belonged to my grandfather. Yup, you know that whole “selling food to people” thing? Totally my grandfather’s idea. Don’t know how people got by before he came along!
On the other hand, you have Calvin’s Dad who told him wind was caused by trees sneezing. 
Ever notice the complete lack of resemblance between Calvin and is dad? I think Mrs. Calvin’s Dad has some explaining to do…
They have the same kind of imagination, though.
Remind me, I saw a cartoon once, might have been Mad, where the milkman walks into the Mitchell kitchen, and he looks just like Dennis. I wonder if there’s a Calvin version, except no milkmen now a days. He’d have to be the cable guy.
Nah, Calvin doesn’t have cable.
He doesn’t look like his mom, either…
He looks more like Hobbes than he looks like his dad. Hm, maybe that’s why Hobbes always pretends to be inanimate when Calvin’s dad is in the room.
Do Bart, Lisa and Maggie resemble their parents much?
They all have the same overbite.