Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for December 27, 1992
December 26, 1992
December 28, 1992
Transcript:
Boopsie: Where was I? Oh yes...her passion was rising like lava... Zonker: What do you want to do today, squirt? Sam: Let's go eat sand! Zonker: Too close to lunch time. How about a swim? Sam: I want to eat sand! Zonker: Look, if you start eating sand, it'll stick to your sunblock, and then you'll look like a cinnamon donut, and the sea gulls will gobble you up! Sam: OK. Zonker: So how about a nice swim? Swim okay? What do you say, kid? Sam: Hmmm... Boopsie: Zonker? Zonker: Yes? Boopsie: Sam can't talk. Zonker: You can't? Sam: Of course not. I just got here.
Zonker seems to click with Sam better than he did with Alex in a lot of ways, actually having conversations and all.