On Saturday, my whole family decided to get Dairy Queen for dessert. I went up to the window to order, handed the nice young lady at the counter our very lengthy order, and what should catch my attention?

Why, the line of small, shiny plastic baseball helmets in the window, a long-standing DQ tradition!

“Excuse me,” I said. “Could you please put the small caramel sundae in a Pirates helmet?”

Hee. I’m a dork.