I don’t know how to put this
When Claire finally came along, we have to imagine that the storeroom was running very low on raw materials, so they concentrated on finish rather than volume.
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When Claire finally came along, we have to imagine that the storeroom was running very low on raw materials, so they concentrated on finish rather than volume.
Claire doesn’t work in fire. She plays in fire.
I’m wondering what the troll is up to these days.
Fire walk with her!
Do we know his given name? This uncle Rob smells iffy.
That’s actually what got me wondering.
Growing up in New Zealand, Glenn would have encountered his share of burly rugby men. Claire’s brothers must be impressively Herculean.
So Claire’s the only one of the Little brood who’s actually, you know, little. I don’t know why I didn’t see that coming.
In another timeline, we could’ve gotten Claire Large
In ANOTHER another timeline, Claire would have been Wee Clarence, with Amazonian sisters.
Ah, you beat me to it.
These three seem strong, funny and full of love for their small sis. But they also seem like the kind of person who prefers to see her with someone like Colm, and not like Glenn. I wonder if the name of Claire’s old boyfriend will be mentioned during Christmas day.
It’ll be a Colm day in hell before they bring his name up again.
Reminds me of the Campbell Boys from “Haha You Clowns”
2 rotisserie chickens per brother, per meal. Gotta keep up those muscles!
I hope they have a Costco UK on this end of the Wen-Tac. That’s a lot of chickens.
Don’t forget to mention to her brothers that you brought flowers, Glenn
That’ll show ’em
So Claire is the only un-ironically named child in the Little Family?
It’s a little-known fact that in Oz, rotisserie chickens are known as munchikens.
I like seeing Claire getting handsy with Glerb in that last panel. You go, girl!
She kneads him so much!
The Glorm and Claire Midsommar arc should have been obvious so long ago.
I grew up in a firefighter family. Not as complete as that one though. It was a volunteer fire department, and my Grandfather was the fire chief. My Uncle and a couple of cousins were also firemen in the district. I never was, but I never really lived there as an adult. That said, pictures of us all standing together kinda look like the Little family. A friend of mine once saw a picture of us all and said, “Damn! Your family is all carved from oak stumps!” He’s not wrong.
I was just thinking how did such a small girl come from such a large family. But I suppose that authorial comment makes sense.
I’m hungry for the day when Claire’s affinity for pyrotechnics comes sparking back.