Your children have the power to make you weep with joy and puff with pride. They also have the power to embarrass you beyond belief.
Last week my daughter had an appointment with her cardiologist; a very nice man whose office Avery mistook for a playground. She was a holy terror opening drawers and slamming doors. The only way I could concentrate on what the doctor was saying was to hold her, bouncing her on my hip. This tactic did the trick until she decided to investigate down my top. Maintaining a serious conversation while a third party has a sticky hand wedged in your cleavage is challenging.
Without warning my daughter grabbed my shirt and bra in an iron-like grasp and pulled them both swiftly to the side, giving the doctor an eyeful. I’m sure only look out of professional interest as the left side of my chest was exposed, which everyone knows is where the heart is located. I basically died.
On our next outing we popped into the mall to check out the new spring fashions. While I was ogling a pretty floral skirt, Avery who was strapped into her stroller, reached out to fondle a mannequin. In doing so, she knocked the whole thing over.
FYI mannequins make a deafening sound as their plastic and metal bits hit the ceramic floor.
I was mortified. The saleswoman glared at us and the manager ran over to investigate. If I hadn’t been so embarrassed I would’ve taken a picture. Imagine a six foot tall brunette lying face down, sprawled on the floor, dress up around her waist and both arms dislodged, strewn a few feet away in opposite directions. Brings me back to my University days (minus the detached arms).
Avery is granted immunity due to her chronological immaturity. However, when it comes to being embarrassed by your children, there are no age restrictions. Avery’s older brother has dished out his fair share of humble pie. Mmmm, pie. Where was I? Oh yes, last week at the drug store he asked in a loud voice, “Mummy maybe that guy knows if there are any white chocolate bunnies left? Let’s ask that man. He works here.” I ignored him and pretended to be looking intently at a jar of mixed nuts. “Mum, ask him,” he continued. A harmless question except, the man was a woman.
He’s the same kid who made an accidental and completely innocent racial slur at the grocery store and also wanted to know when our neighbour was having her baby. Our neighbour who is not pregnant.
I can hardly wait to be completely humiliated again soon. It’s only a matter of time.
What’s the most embarrassing thing your child has ever done?