I decided to subscribe once again to the Philadelphia Inquirer. In part, I did so because I found myself having to explain the concept of comics and how the Sunday comics differ from daily comics in a newspaper to Sam. Recently Sam has taken a liking to Calvin and Hobbes, which I find amusing since he so often reminds me of Calvin when he is thinking of Spaceman Spiff. When he and I hit an impasse in our conversation because he didn't know what I meant by a Sunday edition of the cartoon I realized a critical though archaic piece of cultural literacy wasn't in place. For that and other reasons I realized it was worth the money to get a daily paper delivered, at least for the summer.
Sam has pretty quickly gotten in the habit of reading the comics. Although we hit another impasse in our dialogue: I have to explain why I find Peanuts amusing but not laugh-out-loud funny.
|She filled in two across clues I couldn't get. Also, she pointed out that the one clue was "clot" not "clod" as I had thought.|