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Original: picture on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Caption (top): ONCE YOU NOTICE HOW MANY KIDS' BOOKS ARE JUST ADULTS WORKING THROUGH THEIR OWN NEUROSES, THE CHILDREN'S SECTION OF THE LIBRARY BECOMES HEARTBREAKING.
Panel 1
Adult (a woman with flame-like/spiky hair, holding a book): HERE YOU GO CUTIE. THIS IS A BOOK ABOUT A MOUSE THAT FEELS TINY, BUT HAS A BIG HEART AND IT'S CALLED YOU MATTER SO MUCH.
Panel 2
Adult: I... UH... OKAY. I GUESS? ANYTHING WITH DRAGONS?
Panel 3
Adult: THIS ONE'S ABOUT HOW YOUR MOMMY WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.
Votey:
A child's face. Thought/speech: WHY ARE ADULTS ALWAYS INSISTING THAT I, THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE, MATTER?
Panel 1
Adult (a woman with flame-like/spiky hair, holding a book): HERE YOU GO CUTIE. THIS IS A BOOK ABOUT A MOUSE THAT FEELS TINY, BUT HAS A BIG HEART AND IT'S CALLED YOU MATTER SO MUCH.
Panel 2
Adult: I... UH... OKAY. I GUESS? ANYTHING WITH DRAGONS?
Panel 3
Adult: THIS ONE'S ABOUT HOW YOUR MOMMY WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.
Votey:
A child's face. Thought/speech: WHY ARE ADULTS ALWAYS INSISTING THAT I, THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE, MATTER?
Alt text
A webcomic with a caption reading: "Once you notice how many kids' books are just adults working through their own neuroses, the children's section of the library becomes heartbreaking." In the panels, an adult woman with spiky, flame-like hair offers books to a child. She says, "Here you go cutie. This is a book about a mouse that feels tiny, but has a big heart and it's called 'You Matter So Much.'" The child responds noncommittally, "I... uh... okay. I guess? Anything with dragons?" The adult instead offers another emotional title: "This one's about how your mommy will always love you." The joke is that the reassuring books reflect the adult's own anxieties, not the kid's interests. Votey (aftercomic): a close-up of the child's face, who wonders, "Why are adults always insisting that I, the center of the universe, matter?" — flipping the premise to show the child needs no reassurance at all.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.