2015-01-20
Original: 2015-01-20 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Mother: Sweetie, your father and I are worried you have a serious self-esteem problem.
Child: How so?
Panel 2:
Mother: You've categorically overestimated how good you are at all sorts of things.
Child: I mean look at this macaroni painting of your grandpa. He gave you that big stupid!
Panel 3:
Mother: This birdhouse you built is occupied by squirrels!
Child: And this calculus proof you did? It relies on a poorly-defined notion of infinity!
Panel 4:
Mother: Have you considered the possibility that pathological narcissism is genetic?
Child: Maybe for other people, but not me!
Votey:
A wide-eyed, alarmed character with a speech bubble.
Voice: YOU'RE FIRED
Mother: Sweetie, your father and I are worried you have a serious self-esteem problem.
Child: How so?
Panel 2:
Mother: You've categorically overestimated how good you are at all sorts of things.
Child: I mean look at this macaroni painting of your grandpa. He gave you that big stupid!
Panel 3:
Mother: This birdhouse you built is occupied by squirrels!
Child: And this calculus proof you did? It relies on a poorly-defined notion of infinity!
Panel 4:
Mother: Have you considered the possibility that pathological narcissism is genetic?
Child: Maybe for other people, but not me!
Votey:
A wide-eyed, alarmed character with a speech bubble.
Voice: YOU'RE FIRED
Alt text
A four-panel comic. A mother and her child sit together. The mother says she and the father are worried the child has a serious self-esteem problem; the child asks how so. The mother says the child has categorically overestimated how good they are at all sorts of things, mocking a macaroni painting of grandpa. The child volleys back, mocking that the birdhouse the mother built is occupied by squirrels, and the mother's calculus proof relies on a poorly-defined notion of infinity. In the final panel the mother asks if the child has considered that pathological narcissism is genetic, and the child replies, 'Maybe for other people, but not me!' Each is convinced they are the exception. Votey: A wide-eyed, alarmed face with an open mouth, with a speech bubble reading 'YOU'RE FIRED.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.