(Strip Number 779, Original Publication Date, 7 January 1985)
Panel 1: After a busy day of work, John is delighted to see that when he gets home, a smiling Lizzie wants to help Daddy by taking his coat.
Panel 2: He's even more delighted that Mike says that it was his turn to help Daddy.
Panel 3: As they sit him in his chair and get his cast elevated, he tells that he thinks it's nice of them to help.
Panel 4: His good mood vanishes whem Michael tells him that as soon as he sits down, they get to play with his crutches.
Summary: A man who understood kids would smile ruefully at children who made everything into a toy. John, not so much. Too bad that the Lynnsight goes off on a crazy tangent.
(And, in case you're interested, here's the Lynnsight:)
When I was in Grade One, I had a friend called Carol Mayes who had survived polio and walked with crutches. (The character Gordon Mayes was named for Carol.) I often went to the washroom with her because she needed help. I also carried her books and her lunchbox when she went home. I was fascinated by her and when kids began to tease me saying I only liked Carol because I wanted to play with her crutches, I was confused. Did I really like her because of that? It's true, I did like to swing on her crutches and I did find her fascinating because of the scars she had from multiple surgeries. I just thought she was neat. She had been held back several grades because of her illness and she had trouble spelling and reading. I was a good reader and our teacher asked me to help hewr which I did. The kids who accused me of liking Carol because she had crutches were also jealous of the way I was singled out to read with her at the back of the room. They eventually had an effect on me. As a small child, I had no way of explaining my friendship. I wanted to be accepted and I wanted to be liked. I slowly separated myself from Carol and was relieved when she went to another school. Carol was gone. The crutches were gone. I was the same as the other children and glad to be so.
I often think of Carol. Her strength of character, the way she thrust herself forward, dragging her feet, the way she smiled through the pain and the curious stares. I recall it as if it were yesterday. Now I can say why I liked Carol. Of all the kids in my class, she impressed me as having the most to give - the one who outshone us all.