An eccentric kid and a stuffed witty tiger tend to take the adult world with a vengeance. Calvin, could be your normal next door naughty kid, always strutting in the woods with his stuffed tiger whom he calls Hobbes, looking for the zillionth bug; Calvin could be seen in the backyard of your house in a dreary December morning, waiting for the victim to arrive so that he and Hobbes could deluge him/her with a barrage of snowballs. But, the similarity and the familiarity end here. Calvin is walking-talking encyclopaedia who will give you a complex by giving a speech on post-modernism and his philosophy on life might just put you in shame!! He’s just six years old, with his parents vying for his blood (well, that is solely Calvin’s version!), trapped in a little body, with a genius mind teeming with ideas on almost every conceivable topic on this earth. I sometimes wonder why Watterson made his adorable character anatomically so short. Indeed, Calvin is wee bit short for a normal child of six years. But, who says, Calvin is NORMAL!! There lies the catch − Calvin’s Hobbes come into life when there is none but Calvin. Cupping his chin, Hobbes comments on Calvin’s weirdness, be it the childish infatuation for Lucy or the fear of Calvin for the under-the-bed-monsters. It was Watterson’s way of tackling the serious issues through the perspective of a cranky child who could spend hours and hours on imaginary spaceships and planets. Calvin's flushed face was worth watching when Lucy admonished him for sending her an annonymous Valentine's day card. Calvin would do nothing but whine, make the worst possible face and deny vehemently. But Hobbes' smile undid Calvin and we all got to know that may be Calvin doesn't hate Lucy after all!!