I know you love your kids. And I love you, so I’ll love your kids too. But what kind of people do you think they’re going to grow up to be when you haven’t even taught them to say “thank you” when they receive a gift? I don’t need a hand-written note on scented stationary; I just need you to remind them that it’s rude to yell “I don’t want this!” when someone does something nice for them. Instead, you gently explained to me why they weren’t happy with what I got them.

Frankly, you’ve always let those boys get away with too much, and now that they’re almost 10, it’s probably too late. But you should know that they’re going to grow up to be assholes. And this isn’t their fault. It’s yours. /Anonymous


NEXT YEAR THEY’RE GETTING A BOX OF THANK-YOU CARDS Queen City Confidential lets Prairie Dog readers kvetch or kvell anonymously. QCC is ideal for whining about broken hearts, exasperating interpersonal situations, petty injustices and trivial pet peeves. You can give constructive criticism to complete strangers, or be boring and thank someone for doing something nice. Want to play? E-mail rants or raves to (type CONFIDENTIAL in the subject field). Change all names and identifying details. Submissions must be 100-200 words long and will be edited though hopefully not much.