whats the most embarresing thing your child ever did to you?

We were walking down the street when we passed two moms and their kids coming toward us. One of the mothers was saying something about "your father...." My 5-year-old son piped up "*I* don't have a father." Yes you do, I hissed, Daddy is your father! "No (very sadly with a shake of his head) I don't have a father."

Same kid, now in high school. We got back his class portraits to find he'd been wearing his "I embarrass my family" t-shirt on picture day.

When dd was 3 and potty training I took her into the bathroom at Walmart for her to go before the long trip back home. When she was done, I praised her for keeping dry and going in the big potty. Then came my turn to use the bathroom. And upon hearing mommy go my dd in a VERY loud excited voice announced 'Good job Mommy! You went potty like a big girl!" you could hear the giggling all down the line of stalls

While I don't have children myself, I do occasionally take care of friends' kids. One of them believed in breast feeding and letting the child wean naturally. so...

I was wheeling the cart with the 2.5year old in the seat at the checkout line one day during summer. I was wearing a halter top. (this was a while ago ). His mom was getting something we'd forgotten...Suddenly, out of nowhere, this grubby little hand reaches up and pulls my top down, and he says "Num Nums. Want num nums".

People are staring. I'm staring. I pulled up my shirt and said "Auntie Ann doesn't HAVE num nums. wait for Mommy" and the kid starts screaming "want NUM NUMS! want NUM NUMS!"

His mom was doubled over in laughter about 20feet away.

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Well it isn't about my child but I was there when grandaughter, age about 7, at the time, was upset because she wanted to go home as she was tired. Her mother asked why she was so tired? The answer was "I couldn't sleep because you and Daddy were making so much noise with your bed." I have never seen my daughter in law turn so many shades of red.

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When my older daughter was about 4, she had been around for the birth of her sister and brother. We had discussed the differences between baby boys and baby girls - with me proudly using the correct term for various parts instead of "babytalk" with my daughter. She rewarded me one day in the grocery store by walking up to an old man in our aisle and saying loudly to him "I have a v----- and but my baby brother has a p----!" He and I stared at each other in shock, and I finally tried to laugh it off and dragged her away.

My youngest son was about 3 when we went into a Walmart bathroom (much like Mommathea's story). He went first, and then stood there while I went. He asked a hundred questions very loudly about whether I had to do #1 or #2, and if I needed help wiping. Then when I stood up he leaned over and commented loudly on the contents of the toilet bowl, congratulating me on a job well done. There were two other set of feet under the stalls in there, totally silent, not even breathing that I could tell. So I dragged him out without even stopping at the sink, and rushed my cart several aisles away from the bathrooms so they wouldn't know who we were when they came out.

This thread has made me laugh and laugh. Gotta love the innocence of kids - God love 'em.

I have 3 sons and could write a book on embarrassing moments but this one is my favorite.

Every year on Christmas morning (mighnight to be exact) we would escort DH grandmother accross the street and attend the midnight mass. Keep in mind that this is the largest annual attendance at the church. My son who was 4 at the time was constantly being scolded for wearing his pants down along his hips instead of on his waste. I say, "Boudreaux, pull your pants up." It was sort of a family joke because some extended relatives always had their crack hanging out.

Mass had begun and the church became deafeningly silent while the priests ascended the alter when all of a sudden my 4 year old loudly exclaims, "Moma, Jesus was a Boudreaux. Look! He's wearing his towel hanging on his ass too and you never once told him to pull up HIS pants". The whole church erupted in laughter to include the priests. I just wanted to crawl under the seat and die.

When my oldest daughter was about two and a half and just learning to speak clearly I went into town with her one day in the truck. Just as we reached the Interstate overpass a fella cut me off sharp in traffic and I yelled something unprintable out the window at them.

For the next two and a half hours she repeated it. In the post office, grocery store, hardware, everywhere. Little old ladies, cops, it didn't matter she said it over and over and over in spite of every attempt I made to make her stop!

Another time we were eating out in a restaurant. We were in a booth and a few feet from us was a family gathering where they had pushed four or five tables together. It looked like an Italian family to me so far as I could tell. The Kinder Major was less than one then and was being very squirmy so I stood up with her to bounce her a bit to try to calm her down. She didn't want to be held though and gave a big buck nearly out of my arms altogether. She fell about a foot or so towards the floor before I caught her (she was laughing I swear!). When I looked up every woman in the family gathering - two grandmothers and several moms were all staring at me in a way I eventually came to realize was this particular look that grannys and moms have for incompetent fathers....

.....Alan.

I don't know who was more embarrassed, my friend or me. Took the kids to her house to for a visit. We kept hearing the kids sneezing, then laughing, so we went to investigate. They were all on the bedroom floor by the bed taking turns holding a vibrator to their noses, which made them sneeze.

Yep, you win the prize!:

My very talkative 18-month-old announced to the cashier at the grocery store, "I'm not allowd to say s**t because it's a bad word!"

I think to top them all was this: We live in the country, and don't have neighbors within sight. So while potty training my boys in the warmer months, it was the norm for them to just drop their pants and pee in the grass when outside. Well, all was fine until we went into town for the annual Labor Day parade one year. We were sitting along the road enjoying the parade. I noticed some adults and kids walking in the parade pointing and laughing in my direction, so I looked down to find my youngest peeing all over the sidewalk and road!

I have six kids - there isn't enough bandwidth on this sight .....

just last week my 9 yr old - NINE YEARS! Told the principal at his new school that I paid him to watch TV all night because I didn't want to deal with him. (Okay, I did that once, when he was 4 and had been sick for a week and slept all day and wanted to stay up all night......)

not mine, but a friend of mine - in church on sunday, quietly, her son (maybe 3?) says "I have a p...." Yes you do, they said quietly. A little louder, son says, Brother has a p...." parents affirm him, even more quietly. A little louder, son says "Daddy has a p...." At this point they are trying to quiet him. THEN son says, in that little clear voice, loud enough so everyone can hear, "Pastor has a p....."

I think they left immediately after communion.

Oh my that is funny!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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He's only one, so mine's tame enough, but....

I was at the bookstore with him, DH had taken the car somewhere and we were going to be there about an hour. He starts crying and crying, and I'm stranded getting evil looks from a group of thirteen year olds. Nice old man comes over and reassures me and told me about his kids, I could have cried.

Well, all that crying... yes. He had to poop. Which he did, all over himself, me, the chair.... oh my word. So I scoop up the diaper bag and head for the restroom to find a) there were no spare clothes in the diaper bag and b) the changing table hinge is broken and it's swinging tauntingly. DH Will. Not. Answer. His. Phone. And there I am, with a five month old covered in breastfed baby poo, coming out the neck of his shirt.

DH returned to find baby naked, wrapped in a blanket, and me with a damp shirt from scrubbing at the poo with wet paper towels and baby wipes. He asked if I wanted to go to lunch.

I love that man, but I nearly killed him that day.

Our son was potty trained the "country way" and during that time period we attended an outdoor wedding. Right before the wedding DS decided he had to use the bathroom. Right in front off all the guests he pulls his pants down, aims and shoots. Right in the middle of the main aisle where the wedding party walks!

When I was younger we had a door to door salesman selling cementary plots. He came to our door, told me what he was selling and asked for my mom. I promptly told him that when she died we would bury her in the back with all the other animals.

I have two, same child LOL

when he was about 4-5 I took him to the mall. We were in a small clothing store with everything crammed in tight. A beautiful, very dark skinned child was pushed in, in a baby buggy. She had a very round face and her hair was done up in puff balls, with on on each side of her face. My son points and in a loud voice ( why are they always loud) said

"look mommy, Mickey Mouse"

Then when he was 12 I decided to try a new recipe that called for a couple teaspoons of Kahlua for flavoring. Of course I had none. When we went into town I had a large list of errands and decided to just do a circle, but that but the liquor store before the bank. I asked my son if I could borrow his pocket money to keep from having to write a check for so little.
When we got to the bank and I was at the teller getting my cash out my son asks in a loud voice. "mom, did you remember to get enough out to pay me back for the money you borrowed in the liquor store'

This is something I did to embarrass my Mom. There were some nice ladies came over from the church we had just joined. My Mom said a cuss word, I don't remember but probably d**m or s**t. Anyway, she said, "Pardon my French." And I piped up and said, "Yeah, she does that a lot."

My oldest son was probably 3 or 4 at the time. He was VERY difficult to potty train. He could go poo or pee in his pants and not be bothered in the least by it. So, we were in McDonalds with a neighbor/friend and her children. Of course they all went off to play in the play area. At one point, my son ran up to tell me something and he was SOPPING WET! I asked him why he didn't tell me he needed to go. He said he was too busy.

When DS was about 4 we were in town and stopped by a RV sales lot. I lost track of DS, turned around and saw him "watering" the parking lot like he does at home.

Not about my child, but when DD was in 2nd grade, one of her classmates came to school and told everyone that her mommy was sick last night and pooped her pants. Her mom is the local bank VP.

Many years ago when my son was a toddler, I was the church pianist. He would usually sit through a church service with other family supervising him, but this was a night service during the revival and he decided he wanted to leave and go home. He first came up to where I was playing and pounded a few notes and when my mom caught up with him, he took off. Not running, but crawling on the floor, under the church pews and under people's feet. It became the service to watch just to see where he popped up. It also wasn't the first or last time he had pulled this same trick. Our church started a daycare/nursery service because of my son. He now has 4 children of his own and has been able to enjoy the same behavior. I do sometimes feel sorry for him.

Oh these are so funny!! Thanks for the laughs! I guess lesson learned is to not take children to the grocery store or to church!

I was at the grocery store one day, and my oldest son, who was about 3 or 4 at the time said loudly, "Mommy! My p..... is getting stiff!" I heard someone laugh in the next aisle.

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