[Shay]

What has been your most embarrassing moment as a parent? I have seen some examples on another thread. Anyone have any that we could all learn by and keep watch out for?

I haven't had that yet as Daria is still a little young. Well I say that and I guess she could have a major "blowout" at the wrong time.

I would love to hear about yours
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[momofmykids]

My 9 year old has always been bad about just helping himself to anybody's drink. At home it's okay because it's generally coke or kool-aid or something like that. Well, a couple of years ago we were at Walt Disney World. We were camping and were at their "Mickey's Backyard Bar-b-cue". It's a buffet kind of thing and they serve, among other things, beer to drink. Well, my son being who he is, thought he was picking up my drink and picked up someone's beer and took a drink! He quickly spit it BACK IN THE CUP! I had to apologize to the poor soul sitting next to me. He's learned to ask now before he drinks.

[redhedded]

Oooh fun! Thanks Shay. I have had several most often due to the things my dd says. This precise event has occurred several times, with this being the worst. We used the toilet at Target. When we entered, my two year old exclaimed, "oh mama, someone poo poo'ed in here. It smells awful. Can we leave now?" She began to gag then dry heave loudly over and over and over until we departed the restroom. The poor soul was still in there. I could have died but was laughing hysterically (on the inside, of course.)

[Shay]

Those are too funny! I just can't wait until I have some moments with Daria...

[Momoffive1966]

I was in a changing room in a very highly regarded department store searching for a dress for some event or another. My 17 year old who was three at the time was with me. I was alot younger and quite nervous shopping in such a nice store. The dressing rooms were packed and as I trying on a dress my darkling daughter screamms "OOOHHHH Mommy you have a really big butt with bumpy stuff on it" Mind you I'm a size 8 at the time but I was horrified. All I heard were chuckles from the other stalls. Now, I would say back..."That's right sweet pea..." LOL

[MrsSmith]

.... but here it is again, 'cause what's a humiliating moment if you don't share it with the world?

I had to take the minivan in for an oil change and to replace the spare tire, which had been called into duty to replace a wicked flat we'd gotten the week before. I made the appt for first thing in the morning, so 9am found the kiddo and me hanging out in the customer lounge at the local Toyota dealership. This is not as horrible an errand as it might otherwise be, as they have a TV (and you know those Wiggles are on at 9) and a huge fish tank in one corner which is a source of endless fascination to DD. About 20 minutes go by, Em happy as a clam between dancing around to the Wiggles and talking to the fish. The lounge gradually fills up with various other grown-ups, some smiling at and chatting with Emma (she is quite social) and others looking pained in that "Ew, kids" sort of way. I tried to keep her reigned in so as not to irritate the non-kiddo lovers in the room. All of a sudden, Emma goes to the coffee table in the middle of the lounge, places her hands on the table in a "being searched by the cops on the car hood" sort of way, leans over and sticks out her bottom. She then proceeds to grunt very loudly and dramatically for about 30 seconds, then straightens up, throws her arms up in a "touchdown!" type gesture, and shouts happily "STINKY MAMA!! STINKY POO, POO, POO!!" before turning around and trotting back over to the fish tank, where she cheerfully resumed her earlier conversation with the fish as though nothing had just transpired.

Now, even without the fanny-waving and overly dramatic grunting, much less the very loud, hearty announcement, it would have very quickly become obvious to the room at large that Emma had in fact, ahem, used her diaper, because she created SUCH a stench that I swear little vapor trails were coming out from behind her as she stood in front of the fish tank! You could practically HEAR the smell in the pin-drop silence that followed Emma's grand announcement. Naturally, all eyes were glued firmly on me, "Mama," too.

How badly I wanted that hole in the floor to open right up and swallow me, taking me away to a land of cocktail dresses and high heels, adult beverages in fragile glasses and scintillating conversation with the likes of George Clooney, but instead I found myself changing the World's Stinkiest Diaper there in the corner of the customer lounge (who'd have thunk it - a car dealership's bathrooms are woefully unfit for diaper duty)... Once I had her cleaned up (in record time as she fortunately wasn't pulling her usual wriggling around routine), I spent the looooongest 10 minutes of my life waiting for my car to be ready so we could escape the lounge and get home!

Kids! When I later shared this story with my parents, they informed me this was clearly karmic revenge for the various incidents from MY childhood in which I embarrassed them in similar fashion. Somehow, that was not a comforting thought.......

Cheers!
Heather

[Mom2J]

Oh gosh, having 3-kids ranging from 4-13, I've pretty much had more than I can count.

Well, when my daughter was 6, we were living in Panama and had gone through a bunch of things trying to get custody of the son we adopted. She had been through all of the psychological and psychiatric exams and even through hiring the private investigator to see if he could find the bmom that left him in the hospital.

We went through all of this and finally got custody. The friend of mine from the Dominican Republic that had been our interpreter through a lot of these visits, was holding our son with me and my daughter standing there, all talking.

A little old lady walked up to my friend and said, you've got the most beautiful little boy. She said thank you, but he's not mine, he's hers, motioning to me. The lady looked at me (blonde hair-green eyes) and then our son (hispanic) and back and forth several times. She then spoke up and said, "he must look just like his father".

Of couse, then my daughter spoke up proudly, in a very loud voice, "Oh, we don't know who is father is". My husband and friend's husband were about 10 feet away hearing all of this and were rolling on the ground. The lady's face was priceless.

I should have learned from that moment, that if my daughter thinks it, it'll come right out of her mouth. At 13, it's still the same.

[Victoria Lane]

This is another changing room story. I rarely took my son shopping for clothes because as you all know it's not easy to find what you want with little hands always tugging to go. But I did find myself in a dressing room at the mall with my 2 year old son one day. As I was changing out of the outfit I was trying on, my son slid under the door and starting running out into the shop. I opened the door just in time to see him dash out into the mall, I was in my undies and a bra. You guessed it chasing him shouting PLEASE COME BACK.

[mamacrina]

Ok...okay...whew! (holding sides that ache from the laughter) These are hilarious! Thank you for sharing!

[Shay]

Crina...me tooooo! These are great, anyone else have any to share?

[rastachris]

I'm at Starbucks in a long line with my kids in the double tandem stroller. Aidan, who was probably 18 months old or so at the time, was in the front seat. With his canopy up and the baby's canopy up, I could not see him. So, I look up from fiddling in my wallet to see Aidan's hands raised above his head. The very next second his hands - both of them - land with an audible slap on the behind of the woman in front of us. She whips around expecting to see a grinning and daring pervert at eye level, but instead rests her eyes on the smiling face of my son. Then she starts to laugh. Then I start to laugh through my apology. Then she says, "That's okay honey. It's the most action I've had all day." Then she orders her coffee.

Aidan still has a thing with derriers. In the line for communion at church, DH has to keep a firm grip on Aidan's hands, especially when we're behind someone young, perky and wearing a mini skirt.

And my son's only 2.5. Lord help us.

[spitzlvr]

Apparently, my ds must know Aiden. My whole extended family went out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate my pregnancy. (Too early I thought, but what do I know). Ds is sitting next to me. Out od the corner of my eye I see him turn totally around and reach out. (Bad sign). I turn quickly - just in time to see him slap the waitresses's butt!!! She spins around, looking quite annoyed, until she sees a grinning 3 year old. Ds (having got the reaction he wanted) preceeds to say hi.

For the rest of the dinner the waitress spoils him rotten - talks and plays with him etc...

She said she couldn't wait to get home and tell her husband about the younger man that was hitting on her!!!

I am in such trouble when he gets bigger!!!