A bit of an odd one this time – I wrote and drew most of this strip in a low mood about the whole summer camp thing, but now as I finish it I’m feeling a lot better. In part because I’m getting on better with the staff here, probably in part because when Q is being a shit it bleeds into everything. Any situation is garbage when you have a grumpy toddler, but I maintain that the whole ignore-me-and-only-say-hi-to-my-kid thing is fucking rude.

Anyway. Sorry for the downer strip. I feel better for having complained about things.