A couple weeks ago, I took the kids to the library for the summer reading program party. I’m sometimes hesitant to take Baby Girl to events that require her to sit still and be quiet for a length of time, because I never know how that’s going to go. Toddlers are basically ticking time bombs — except for there is no digital clock showing you how much time you’ve got until they go off. They just do at random, which complicates outings.
Fortunately, Baby Girl did very well at the party until the very end, when she got super antsy and fussy. We had a few other places to go afterwards, so I called my husband to meet us to pick Baby girl up and take her home so she could play. We met at a gas station that was halfway from town and our house. My husband arrived first, so when I got there, I pulled up beside him and waited for him to come around to get Baby Girl. A few moments later, I spied a shirtless man in my side mirror.
Yep, it was my husband.
“Oh my god, he doesn’t have a shirt on!” Little Man yelled.
I opened the door. “Where on earth is your shirt?” I asked.
“At home.” He grinned.
“Oh my god, Dad, you are so embarrassing! You’ve gotta put clothes on when you come out!”
He explained that he didn’t want us to have to wait on him; since he wasn’t going in anywhere, he didn’t bother putting on a shirt. For the record, my husband works from home for a certain mammoth financial institution. This is how Mr. Corporate America goes to work most days — often shirtless and sometimes in boxers. Thank goodness they don’t have video conferences!
After teasing him a little more, we parted ways. Little Man continued talking about his dad’s lack of a shirt.
“Man, that was SUPER embarrassing. Can you believe he didn’t put a shirt on?! Who does that? I hope he doesn’t do that again,” he said.
I snickered. “Are you finally getting to that age where you’re embarrassed by your parents?”
“No. I’m not embarrassed by my parents, but I am embarrassed by not wearing clothes!”
What he said after that was absolute gold.
That’s a lovely mental image. And now let’s make it more than a mental image, shall we?
My husband has been put on notice — no more leaving without being fully clothed, unless we’re going directly to the pool or beach. And even then, I’d prefer that he wear a shirt along the way to spare anyone we meet from being intimidated by his chest ‘fro.
What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done to your kids or that your parents did?
Also — does anyone have a suggestion for a tagline for this blog? I’ve had a couple good suggestions made, but would like some more. Help a dorky girl out!