Paternal Indulgence
Hobbes Junior went out to the most expensive toy stores in Hobbesywood--even the Arshmolean Gyfte Shoppe--and bought the doll the most foolish little things, and he had a beautiful little nursery made just for her.
Labels: Annie, doll baby, Hobbes Jr., Hobbesywood
posted by Hobbes at 5:36 PM
8 Comments:
Looks like he's giving her a good Captist upbringing. I like the sketch, by the way.
Maybe he might buy her a pet dinosaur.
He tried to hire me as a private "circus performer!" Humiliating! I am a professional piper and exotic dancer, not a pet!
She is a definite princess in the making.
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Looks remarkably like the suit case my Mum made me sleep in as a child; the one she placed under the rusty framed bed that creaked with each move she made.
Grandma wouldn't have it any other way, of course, RBUD. More on the print later.
Stay tuned, T&I.
Maybe you misunderstood, Mr. Thumb. Maybe he was helping Belle Catley, who wanted you to cater to those with more unusual tastes at her establishment.
I'm afraid so, Nessa.
You must have been a very small child indeed, Mr. Duffy.
Awww! I think a devoted daddy is a nice thing fer a wee lass.
Thank you. I hope you had one yourself, Mr. K.
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