I know this comic is not that funny, but it comes in my local Sunday paper. I’ve read it many times, yet I’ve never encountered a strip that had a joke that didn’t make sense.
Before reading the description at the bottom, does this strip make any sense to you? And, after reading the bottom, does it still not seem like the author removed the one part that would make it make sense?
I wish I was that clever. It was the 1/1 version, and my problem is that I thought a parent would have been there last time, too, so I assumed the parent must have been in the room with the child. And I couldn’t figure out why the child would be making more racket with the mom in waiting room, at least, as presented.
Apparently some people do just drop their kids off or something.
I think you are overthinking. My take on it is that the kid is trying to manipulate/get sympathy from the mom by exaggerating the amount of pain she’s in.
I imagine some do, but like you I wouldn’t expect that – my folks didn’t just drop me off at the doctor’s or the dentist’s.
I agree that’s the point. Perhaps it’s not so much overthinking by BitT as underthinking by Johnston in setting the premise. The idea that Mom wasn’t within earshot during the previous visit strikes me as rather farfetched.
It may seem farfetched now, but when I was a child it was fairly common for parents to be out of earshot during doctor visits precisely because some children are more cooperative without an “audience”.
My parents were never in the room when the dentist was working on me as a kid. If they were, they stopped after my first or second visit, since none of the ones I can remember in any detail were they there.
Hell, I’m not even entirely sure they stayed in the waiting room!
Without looking at the strip in question, I’ll also note that current FBoFW strips take place, I think, in the sorta-past. She’s rerunning strips from when the kids were actually kids. I believe she’s updating it to seem a little more “current,” but there’s still a very 80s-y approach to life on display.