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Kids learning how to embarrass me

June 26, 2012
By ANDREW POTTER , Times-Republican

Our 3-year-old is slowly realizing ways to embarrass daddy, and I have a feeling I'm in for even worse in the next few years.

Each bath I give her, it seems she dumps more and more water on me. It always seems like the nicer the clothes I have on, the more I get soaked - as if she sensed it would be more embarrassing.

So yes, if you see me in the grocery store at night and half my shirt is wet, I didn't just run through a car wash. No, I was bathing a 3-year-old who is pretty quick with the water cup. And the worst part is, she really gets a kick out of it.

As she finds more and more ways to embarrass me I think I better brace myself.

Sometimes they are accidents, so we can't get too mad. But sometimes those accidents happen more than once. Case in point is something that has happened while out for dinner a few times.

It doesn't get much worse than when we go to a restaurant and decline paying for a drink for her then she ends up spilling the cup of milk we brought for her.

It's like: "Hey, restaurant staff, we don't want to pay for your drink, but feel free to clean up after us after we spill ours all over the place."

That's not exactly the type of customer I aspire to be, but I do not blame the little one. Stuff happens sometimes I guess.

I already have a feeling she is going to train our baby on ways to embarrass daddy - then they both can be ganging up on me - with belly laughs at my expense.

I guess it's payback for me when I was a child. You see, I was a bit of a handful myself. We have photos of my two brothers and I on vacation with me refusing to pose with them while I barked like a dog. It seemed funny to me at the time.

I was also the king at embarrassing my family at public places, just to get a chuckle while we were out to dinner or at an amusement park. I was not above yelling out something weird in a public place as a kid.

So it appears I'm about to get paid back for all of that rambunctiousness as a child. Yep, karma is about rap me over the head like a lead pipe, I fear.

So now, I either have to deal with the embarrassment or learn how to direct it toward their mother.

I like the latter idea much better.

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Reporter Andrew Potter is a Tuesday columnist for the Times-Republican. The views expressed in this column are personal views of the writer and don't necessarily reflect the views of the T-R. Contact Andrew Potter at 641-753-6611 or apotter@timesrepublican.com

 
 

 

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