Not, of course, that they need Miss Campbell to tell them that Mike is a whiny, sullen little fink who won't follow the rules. Today's reprint is all the proof they need.
Panel 1: As Elly puts Lizzie's onesie on, Mike, who's already in his pajamas, whines "Aw, does it have to be Brenda? I want Charlene to babysit! PLEASE??"
Panel 2: As Elly walks down the hallway to put Lizzie in her crib, Michael gets on his knees and moans "Charlene's neat, Ma, an' Brenda's MEAN!! Real mean."
Panel 3: He frowns and thought-bubbles what it is that makes Brenda a mean ol'doody-head; it seems that she makes him and Lizzie go to bed on time.
Summary: As I keep saying, Mike hates people who tell him what to do with a passion because they're depriving him of a chance to decide for himself what to do; where it all falls down is that he has all the imagination of a paper clip and when left to his own devices tends to sit on his ass and complain about how there's never anything to do.