Novelas y relatos de Calvin And Hobbes

And that’s what had led us to this moment, in the children’s room that smelled faintly of baby powder and formula, where Calvin was currently sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking like a man on a mission. The room was overrun with baby things—plush toys, baby blankets, and two baby walkers that played the same irritating jingle on repeat. Tiny socks and pacifiers seemed to disappear into the void, only to reappear later in the most inconvenient places. Calvin sat in the middle of it all, a stuffed bunny in one hand and Arabella in the other. His hair was a mess, sticking up in tufts from where Ara had been tugging at it earlier, and there was a faint smear of mashed bananas on his cheek

Albert insisted her to call him 'dad' to which she gladly agreed. Out of the remaining three Cartier brothers, Denver was the mature and understanding one, Elvis was shy and quite but also witty and sarcastic. Lastly, James was funny and friendly who also had a way with words. James shared some of Calvin's secrets with her. His exact words were, "Calvin loves eating, it's his hobby. Though he tries to act tough, he actually cried while watching the Titanic. In short, he's like a big teddy bear," he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "even though he looks like Annabelle."