I bought the first collection of Calvin and Hobbes for my sons. The oldest, seeing that it was a comic about a child and his imaginary, or at least stuffed but imaginary, friend was not impressed. His fourteen year old ego took it as an afront that his father would press upon him a children’s story.

He saw the art and assumed that it was a kid’s book and turned his nose up.

While on the way to a restaurant I made him read it. He couldn’t stop laughing. Now he wants more.