Brett Berk

Moving directly from the frigid depths of winter, to the balmy breezes of the Florida Keys, The Gay Uncle received a missive from his sister Roxy early this morning, describing an example of P.P.A. (Poor Parenting Activity) at the local Dairy Queen. Apparently one of the many diva-moms down in Key West very pointedly used her bratty child’s whining to solicit a line-cut from an ear-drummed patron, and–as if taking cut-sies wasn’t bad enough–she then appropriated the last of the cotton-candy flavored sprinkles. The Gay Uncle’s well-behaved niece Amber, who was waiting patiently for said topping, was disappointed. Now, giving in to whining is a big G.U. no-no (see Whining in the book’s Appendix). But, perhaps more importantly, any improper ice-cream-related behavior is heinously outré in a tropical climate. Sensing that they’d been doubly wronged, sis Roxy rolled her eyes at Diva-Mom and leaned down to niece Amber. “Uncle Brett would have a field day with this,” she said. Amber nodded, then squinted at her mother. “Mama, what’s a field day?”