Lynn's Comments: This Sunday was the result of a "what if" scenario. I was in a department store change booth trying on bathing suits with a growing sense of doom. Everything seemed designed to accentuate my worst assets. My daughter was old enough to know not to escape and lead me on a chase through a busy mall, but the thought crossed my mind. What if I had to run out in public wearing the disastrous suit I was struggling into? This idea made its way onto the Sunday page, and the result was a flood of letters from other moms similarly disgusted by the cruel offerings foisted on us by bathing suit manufacturers.
Lynn's Comments: When you’re living in a house that’s being renovated, you learn to put up with all kinds of noise and inconvenience.
Lynn's Comments: In this strip, the contractor is speaking with a marked French Canadian accent. I was harshly criticized for making fun of French Canadians—until Paul himself wrote back to my critics and said that this was exactly the way he talked!
Lynn's Comments: One morning, my young daughter, Katie, was tallying up all the things around her that were "hers." I was very happy to be one of them!
Lynn's Comments: Becky is a character who stays through to the end. At the time, I didn't know that she and April would become friends for a lifetime.
Lynn's Comments: We have always enjoyed going out to eat as a family. Getting there wasn’t always easy. When the kids were tiny, we would remove them from the restaurant as soon as they started to fuss. One of us would go out and stay in the car with the fuss-budget until there was calm. This meant many interruptions, leaving a meal to get cold, and sitting in a car with an unruly kid. Eventually, we were all able to go out—to any restaurant, anywhere—and know that our kids would not cause a scene or get too out of hand. Whenever we see families with disruptive kids causing everyone in a restaurant to clench their teeth, we know there is a solution to the problem. It takes a walk out to the car and a few minutes of downtime. It works!
Lynn's Comments: This was a regular occurrence as the renovations continued on our house. Early morning was the worst time as the crew would show up before 8am, and we lived in the woods…which meant few curtains.
Lynn's Comments: In the dental clinic, a kid would often cause a real row—crying and carrying on. If the mom went down the street to have a coffee, the kid would immediately settle down knowing that mom was out of earshot.
Lynn's Comments: As it turned out, our Old English Sheepdog, Farley, had hip dysplasia—something that caused him a lot of pain in his later years.