I grew up with a lot of uncles. Luckily not the creepy kind who say inappropriate things at weddings and hit on all the teenage girls. “I hear you’re single again.” Or maybe they do say inappropriate things. “That’s old news,” I inform Dean Di Laurentis. “Did it arrive to you by carrier pigeon?” “No, smart-ass. I’ve known for a while. We just haven’t had any alone time since it happened.”
