Hi and Lois, 2/6/24

God, this one is super bleak. Lois has convinced herself that, sure, things are tight and they can't afford to order pizza very often even though the kids are always whining for it, but what if she just learned how to make it herself? And what if the kids learned to love that even more than the crap from Dominio's? "Mom's homemade pizza," they'd call it, and it would be a fond childhood memory they'd carry with them the rest of their lives, something they looked forward to, not a marker of her and Hi's failure to provide them with what they really wanted. This fantasy lasts mere seconds into the children's' actual encounter with her malformed, fucked-up pizza, and look at her face -- she is devastated.

Family Circus, 2/6/24