Don't Embarrass Me
It doesn't take much for my son to say "Don't embarrass me, daddy!" when we're out in public. If I softly hum a tune at the grocery store, he'll pull on my shirt and plead for me to stop. God forbid I should sing, or even talk loudly, or draw any kind of attention to myself while he is within ten feet of me.
He's very self-conscious about people looking at him. And if he thinks I'm the cause of it, then he gets quite irate.
I don't do these things to embarrass my son. Sometimes I just have a little tune in my head which pops out while I'm studying soup labels. Or I feel like skipping from the milk case to the cat food aisle. Or I like to drum out a beat on the 2x4s at Home Depot.
But my son thinks it's all a conspiracy to make him die of shame. Maybe I should just tell him he's right, that parents are constantly thinking up new ways to cause their kids to cringe.
I'm tempted to take lessons from the guy in this video. The one wearing the orange shirt. Then I could really put on a show for my son, performing the Robot Dance for him and all his buddies at the next Cub Scout meeting!
He's very self-conscious about people looking at him. And if he thinks I'm the cause of it, then he gets quite irate.
I don't do these things to embarrass my son. Sometimes I just have a little tune in my head which pops out while I'm studying soup labels. Or I feel like skipping from the milk case to the cat food aisle. Or I like to drum out a beat on the 2x4s at Home Depot.
But my son thinks it's all a conspiracy to make him die of shame. Maybe I should just tell him he's right, that parents are constantly thinking up new ways to cause their kids to cringe.
I'm tempted to take lessons from the guy in this video. The one wearing the orange shirt. Then I could really put on a show for my son, performing the Robot Dance for him and all his buddies at the next Cub Scout meeting!
Labels: dance, Embarrassment, kids, robots
Permalink posted by Phil at 12:04 AM
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I better start thinking up ways to get even with my kids.. At 3 and 5, they have no qualms about embarrassing me in the store. I am glad that revenge is only a few years away.
You could get him involved in amateur dramatics, dressing up in tights and pretending to be the back end of a horse pretty much cured me of any embarrassment for trivial things
I've been spared that phenomenon so far.
Oh it's that stage now, huh! I remembered my lil' bro who was 7 at that time hiding behind the tree when his older bro came and fetch him in school. When nobody's looking, he came out and rush his older bro to the car and said, "Don't ever come to my school dressed like a drug addict! What will people say of me?" Ha ha ha..
And now my daughter will complain to me whatever her dad does in public that she dislikes..
But you're a cute dad..
I want my daughter to have to ask me each and every time, when one of her friends or boyfriends is coming over, to kindly stop sitting in the front yard in a lawn chair while I have on my goofy fishing hat, my short-shorts with my white legs sticking out, and dark socks with sandals, and beer in each hand.
I'm going to smile and say, "No. I'm comfortable right here." She'll stomp off and call angrily for Mom to come get me. And she'll try to take some sense in my, but only from the front porch, and I'll wave her away like she's a fly buzzing around my head.
And I'll smile. Revenge is sweet, little poopy-diaper girl!
Wow, it's a jelly man!! So flexible it's amazing. Yip, I had that too once, "mum, it's embarrasing". LOL
Ooo, if you learn how to do that, post a video on your blog. We'd love to see it too.
-OD
the imps really really really do not want me to sing in public...they can sing, but me?
no way daddy
So there really is payback time for the occasion I was walking through a mall, in white t-shirt and pale slacks, dudelet attached to my chest and people staring at me. I thought it was because we were such a touchingly beautiful sight. Then a woman finaly hissed "Do you realised your kid's pooped all the way down your shirt?"
my grandson (when he was 4) told me as I was humming to a tune being played...
Nana, don't give up your day job.
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