FoxTrot by Bill Amend for December 16, 1997
Andy: Roger's taking your bags upstairs. You'll be staying in Peter's room. Grandma: Oh, no - that's too much trouble. I can't bump my own grandson out of his bedroom for two weeks! I'll sleep down here on the couch. The last thing I want to be is a bother. Andy: Mother, I have broken my back for the last three days trying to get a 16-year-old's bedroom cleaned up for your approval. It was not, shall we say, pleasant. You will be sleeping in Peter's room. Grandma: Nonsense. The matter is closed. I refuse to be a nuisance.