Embarrassing children/parent moments

I posted this to the end of another thread, and then thought it could be a great topic in and of itself. Whether you were the embarrassor or the embarrassee, let's hear it!

It was January of 1996. The casino I still work at was involved with the Fiesta Bowl. At the time I was in Marketing, and I was invited to a governor's ball. Being single, I asked my 19-year old son who was home on Christmas break to attend with me.

So we're standing in line with all the dressed up ladies and gents, waiting to enter. My son looks at me and states quite eloquently (and loudly), "So ma'am, how long have you been using the escort service?"

He turned 27 yesterday and is lucky to have lived that long.

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  • Leslie, that is very funny. It would have been interesting to see your reaction. BTW, how did you react to his announcement? Be honest, now.

    Last night I got my HR Hero T-Shirt in the mail and I held it up for my wife and son to see. My wife rolled her eyes and my son asked me where I was going to wear it. I assume he wants to be as far from me as possible.
  • I got chicken pox late in life...from my kids. So to 'thank' them I offered to give them a ride to school (when I was no longer contagious) and of course I walked them to their homerooms. They were in the elementary/middle schools at that time and man were they embarrased to be seen with me!

    And imagine...they wouldn't even give their dear old mom a kiss goodbye. x:o
  • Ray:

    Thank goodness the couple ahead of us were also from the casino. They started howling. I turned red and exclaimed, "Joshua David!"

    Anyone in line who was a parent knows what it means when mom uses your first and middle name. And if they didn't figure it out - oh well. Here was a 41-year-old woman with a very nice looking young man. x;-)
  • My mother embarassed me one time....I'm sure it was payback. I was in HS and my mother was president of the board of education. It was my birthday and I was in study hall with about 50 of my classmates. All of a sudden someone in a chicken outfit came in and started singing happy birthday to me. It was my mother! As you can imagine as a 17 y/o HS student, I was horrified! She still laughes about it today.
  • Do nephews count? My petite-not-an ounce-of fat-on her sister had just given birth to her second son. We were all at my parents in South Florida and I was running around the house in a bikini (MANY years ago) # 1 son (3 years old) looked at me and said, "When is YOUR baby coming?" I was, of course NOT pregnant. Cute kid. He just turned 31. Also lucky he lived that long.
  • Sonny in a bikini... sounds interesting.
  • Interesting in those days. . Frightening these days. .
  • Ah, it can't be that bad. You are still quite young from my perspective.
  • My mother tells me that she always would drive us to school. When I was in the 5th or 6th grade, one day, she says, before we left the house I asked, "Mother, do you think you could kiss me goodbye before we leave the house instead of waiting until you drop me off where all the boys see you kissing me?"

    She also tells me that when I was 4 years old, we were sitting behind this woman in church. Back then one popular thing women wore to church was those animal fur things (mink or something) that looped around their necks in a circle and they were two animals sewed together at the tails and they joined at the heads. At least this is how I recall those horrid things. Anyway, I was entranced by this object right in front of me and had no inclination anyway to follow the sermon. I hollered out in church, "Momma! That things's got a head on both ends!!"

    Another day in church, as we were walking out, the preacher would always stand on the steps and shake hands and smile (probably trying to get an invite for fried chicken lunch). He smiled at me and said, "Don, tell me, what did you learn today?" "I learned your watch is about 15 minutes slow, at least that's what my daddy said."
  • We had a group that included my then 24 year old son at a local sports bar for Saturday night Karaoke. It was the very first time I had ever heard the song "Strokin", and at the part where the singer says "just how long has it been since you made love?", I blurted out across the room "TOO DAMN LONG!!!". My son just died and everyone else roared. Now, no one will let me live it down.
  • And just how many empty long necks were sitting on your table when you did that??
  • We had just returned home from dinner at a local restaurant. Upon opening the front door, the television was blaring. My 17 year old son was downstairs with a friend and I hollered to him to lower it. Because the TV was so loud, he did not hear me. So, I stomped downstairs yelling, "Are you deaf?" The gal on the couch in a little voice said, "Yes, I am." Floor please open up and take me.
  • This incident just occurred a few weeks ago and I am still smarting from it. Please excuse the graphic language!

    My 3 1/2 year old son developed some sort of insect bite on his "private parts" that caused his "member" to swell to about 10 times the normal size. I was quite concerned, as was my husband who said he had only seen something like that in guys in the Army who had, as he called it, "the bull head clap." We took him to the doctor who diagnosed it as an insect bite, gave him tons of antihystimine, and said it would swell for another three or four days. Of course, we were embarking on our yearly family vacation to the hinterlands of Illinois the very next day. Throughout the days, being consciencious parents, we would check his "progress" using anatomically correct language. When we arrived in Illinois, we paid a visit to my 91-year-old great Aunt, who although homebound, is in perfect possession of her eyesight and hearing.

    The first thing my son says to dear old Aunt Helen is: "Do you want to see my BIG FAT PENIS?" Before we could do anything, he whips off his shorts and proudly shows it to her. I was so mortified I was praying the floor would swallow me up.

    Later, my grandmother reports that my Great-Aunt called her and said, "Never in all my years of training as a nurse has anyone used such vulgar language to me." She went on to tell my grandmother that it was obviously NOT an insect bite, that we must have "caught his member" in a toilet seat! Now I'm not sure whether to be embarassed by his outburst, or concerned that my aunt thinks we torture him! Oy.

    Anne Williams
    Attorney Editor
    M. Lee Smith Publishers, LLC
  • OK Ann; I'm brave enough to be the first; do you think you can get a small glass jar and perhaps capture one of those bugs and ship it? I knew if I didn't ask, Ray and Parabeagle would........
  • Don, you can give it a try and let me know how it works. Parabeagle and I anxiously await your scientific analysis.
  • Gentlemen: There are some things that are better left unsaid. This is one of those times. Just imagine what the Jersey Girl can say about this matter. You should be ashamed of yourselves, being jealous of a 3 1/2 year old. x:P
  • Rita, I am sooooo embarrassed. I didn't mean to offend your delicate sensibilities. x:D But, Don did start it and I wasn't even thinking it.... honest.

    BTW, I'm making plans to visit Phoenix toward the end of August - should be there for about 1 week.
  • Visiting my daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter.

    Did I make you nervous?
  • What me nervous? No, I just think you are nuts for coming here in August. October through May are the bestest.
  • I know, but my wife teaches in the local community college September through May. So, we have to go when she is not working.
  • The doctor said it was your garden variety mosquito. I'll certainly jar up a few of the ones we have around here and send them your way, Don! You'll have to let all of us in on the results.


    Anne Williams
    Attorney Editor
    M. Lee Smith Publishers, LLC
  • If I recall correctly, all of the attention Don received after the forumities saw his picture, he doesn't need to bother with that bug! Besides . . . oh never mind.
  • I wondered why I got some strange and some sympathic looks at church one day until I found out my son had regaled the Sunday School class with an old blues song....

    "One bourbon, One Scotch, and one beer......"

    and then preceeded to tell them about his dad and his "daddy drink".

    I think our family went on several prayer lists that day.
  • What a group - from mosquitos to booze to chicken pox to HR t-shirts!

    And Ray, if you're really intent on the mosquito thing, you best do so before your trip. They're in short supply in AZ - but we're not complaining!

    And Don - gosh, I just don't know what to say. Rita, you got it right.
  • I knew Don would be getting me in trouble on this one.
  • My 3 year old and 21 month old sons like to point at my wine glass and say "mommy juice!"

    My 3 year old "got excited" one day and ran around the house yelling "look at my GREAT BIG HUGE PEEPEE!" It starts early, apparently. I'm hoping this will never happen in public.

    He also enjoys pointing out various bodily functions, especially his Daddy's gassy ones. Fortunately Daddy refrains from this particular function in public.
  • At least we're taking it to different levels (not necessarily upward) with each post! And, Mississippi mosquitoes are by far the largest and most aggressive in the world! And, in all the camping experiences I have had, including taking care of business in the buff in the woods, I have never, ever,...Let's see.. there's really no way to finish this thought without James zapping it.

    It seems most of these memories are not really mine but are dependent on my mother's (old) memory. When I was in third grade, the teacher called her at home to tell her she was concerned...really sorry that our family only had balogna sandwiches for Thanksgiving. "What are you talking about, " my mother asked, "We had a seven course meal with homemade pies and every dish you can imagine." The teacher explained that the first day of school after Thanksgiving she went around the room asking each kid to "Tell the class what you and your family had for Thanksgiving lunch at your house". Hell, our Thanksgiving feast was that NIGHT at dinner and SHE ASKED WHAT WE HAD FOR LUNCH!
  • HRQ - Get ready, anything they say at home will be amplified in public! My husband made the mistake of saying, "That was mine!" after one of his belches, and now Hiatt, my 3 year old, says it every time - no matter where we are.


    Anne Williams
    Attorney Editor
    M. Lee Smith Publishers, LLC
  • Both my boys insist on saying "(name) farted!" every time they hear that type of noise. The three-year-old has also used the "f word" in correct context a few times. And we thought we were being careful with our language. At least I was - can't speak for hubby. x;-)
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