accident
Original: accident on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Child: Mom, was I an accident?
Mother: No, sweetie.
Panel 2:
Mother: I mean, look. If you're not on birth control and you live with a man and one night you swallow a bottle of whiskey like a whale swimming through krill, you can't really call the outcome an "accident."
Panel 3:
Child: So I was on purpose?
Panel 4:
Mother: Sweet Jesus, no.
Votey:
Mother: You're more of a whoops.
Child: Mom, was I an accident?
Mother: No, sweetie.
Panel 2:
Mother: I mean, look. If you're not on birth control and you live with a man and one night you swallow a bottle of whiskey like a whale swimming through krill, you can't really call the outcome an "accident."
Panel 3:
Child: So I was on purpose?
Panel 4:
Mother: Sweet Jesus, no.
Votey:
Mother: You're more of a whoops.
Alt text
A four-panel comic. A red-haired child asks her mother, "Mom, was I an accident?" The mother replies, "No, sweetie." In a close-up, the mother continues earnestly: "I mean, look. If you're not on birth control and you live with a man and one night you swallow a bottle of whiskey like a whale swimming through krill, you can't really call the outcome an 'accident.'" The child, hopeful, asks, "So I was on purpose?" The mother, wide-eyed, answers, "Sweet Jesus, no." Votey (aftercomic): an extreme close-up of the mother's face as she clarifies, "You're more of a whoops."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.