Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for February 24, 2007
Mom: Mike, how can I leave the farm? I grew up in those fields out there! Mike: Mom, we sold them off to Conagra years ago. You don't own anything you're looking at. Mom: Oh... that's right. Well, I was born on this table! Mike: Okay, that's a little gross, but I suppose we could take it.