Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for February 11, 1990
Transcript:
Mike: What a day...great to be home... Anyone home? Zonk? Zonker: Nanny Doonesbury! Mike: I beg your pardon? Zonker: My name is Nanny Doonesbury now! I've decided I'd like to be addressed by the formal British nomenclature for my position! Mike: What on earth for? Zonker: Because all the real pros are! And I'm a real pro! Let's face it, I've got surrogate parenting skills that just won't quit! I've been researching traditional nanny protocol, and I've also discovered that while you are the master of the house, I reign supreme in the nursery. In fact, you have to request my permission to even enter it! Also, you have to refer to me as "our jewel." Mike: But we don't have a nursery. And you're just a babysitter... Zonker: Right. Let's give it a try, then! Mike: Um...Nanny Doonesbury? Permission to visit my own flesh and blood? Zonker: Denied. We're in the middle of tea.