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post #61 of 130
These are cracking me up!

I thought of a couple:

When DS1 was little (18mo, maybe?) he and my sister and I went shopping together. All 3 of us where in the fitting room while my sis tried on clothes. She put on a pair of pants and just nonchalantly said something about not liking them because they made her look chubby. About 30min later we were in line waiting to pay. DS, who spoke VERY clearly pointed to the overweight woman in line ahead of us and VERY loudly said "Chubby!! Chubby, chubby, chubby!!!" He was very proud of his new word.

When DS had just turned 2, he and I flew across the country to visit my parents. During the flight, they made the announcement about how beverage service would begin soon. "Pop and juice are free... beer and wine are $X... etc." As soon as the announcement was over and it was quiet on the plane, he stood up on his seat and announced loudly that "My daddy drinks beer and he shares it with me!" (For the record, DH only drinks beer occasionally and has never shared it with any of our kids!)

I know there are more...
post #62 of 130
OMG, these are too funny! I needed a good laugh tonight.

My all time MOST embarrassing moment was when my first child was a baby. I went to one of those "new moms groups" where we all sat around in a circle and talked about whatever questions we had with our babies that week, etc. This particular week there was a new woman sitting next to me who I SWEAR was on crack...but who knows. She was an extremely loud woman who would interrupt the other moms with some strange comments. Anyway, I'm sitting there quietly listening to one of the moms talk about whatever, and nursing my baby boy. He had just started that stage of nursing where if if he thought something interesting was going on, he would pull off the breast to check it out. The next thing I know, the new lady next to me JUMPS up and starts Yelling, "AHHHH YOU'RE SQUIRTING BREASTMILK ON ME!!!! AHHHH!!!!"

Apparently, DS had heard something interesting and pulled of the breast, but the flow just kept on flowin' right on over to squirt the lady next to me! I was so mortified I thought I might die of embarrassment right then and there. Especially since she made SUCH a big deal about it in front of everyone! LOL
post #63 of 130
omg these are great! I've got plenty, I'll be back!
post #64 of 130
My 2 dds & I were shopping at The Rack for shoes. My dds loved to try on all the funky shoes they find..so ok, it keeps them busy while I try some on I am busy shopping when I glance over to my 4yo dd2 holding up a leopard print pump...she exclaims loudly "Mama, Mama! These are just like your underwear you have on!"
I could here low laughter roll aisle after aisle. ugh.
post #65 of 130
This one isn't mine but it kills me.

During the quietest part of our church service, a little two year old girl ran away from her parents and up onto the pulpit area. Her dad finally caught her and when he picked her up she was fighting so he started walking down the looong aisle to take her outside to calm down. As he walked she started screaming: "pray for me! PRAY FOR MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"

Oh man. The hilarity.
post #66 of 130
I swear. OK. I admit it.

When DS1 was about 2 or 3, we were in an airport, struggling to get all our junk into an elevator. The doors ended up closing with me and my son and our suitcases and a bunch of other people, but with DH on the outside (he'd just wait for the next one).

The doors close and my son goes "Oh F*CK!"
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post #67 of 130
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Originally Posted by alexsam View Post
I swear. OK. I admit it.

When DS1 was about 2 or 3, we were in an airport, struggling to get all our junk into an elevator. The doors ended up closing with me and my son and our suitcases and a bunch of other people, but with DH on the outside (he'd just wait for the next one).

The doors close and my son goes "Oh F*CK!"
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First, I have to say that I adore this thread!!!

Since you brought up the lovely "F" word, I have to share my most embarrassing moment involving pretty much the same word.

This wasn't my own child that did this, it was my ex-fiance's DS (we'll call him Bob), who was the same age as my son, 5 years old.
I had both boys with me while shopping in Walmart one afternoon. Now, Bob was quite the demanding child and also had some speech issues. Stupid me stopped to look at something across from the toy aisle, where on an endcap, there was this oh so pretty TRUCK that Bob wanted asap.. "truck" was our most hated word. Let me explain why.

Bob says, "oooooooh, Dee... I want it"...
I say.. "no, Bob, you don't need a truck today, honey".

*enter speech issue*

Bob - "but I want the fruck"...

Me - "shhhhhhhhhh.. no, you don't need that truck today, let's go get blah blah"
My DS says, "my mom said you can't have it today".
Bob yells, "BUT I WANNA FRUCK NOW, DEEEEEEEEEEE".



Now, with a yelling child, "fruck" just doesn't come out very well. It umm, sounds more like "f*ck". I seriously could have died right then and there. Luckily, very few people were near us. I got a couple looks of horror, but mostly hysterical laughter by the one lady who had heard the whole thing from start to finish.
post #68 of 130
DS was about 18 months, and we were waiting for our food from a Mexican take out place. It was lunch time, so it was pretty crowded - lots of other people standing around waiting. A very drunk, stumbling homeless man (who looked nothing like DH) was walking through the parking lot right near where we were waiting. DS started waving and yelling loudly, "Daddy, Daddy, hi Daddy" over and over. Everyone was looking at us. Of course, you feel kind of pathetic contradicting a toddler - especially when his reaction was so strong! I felt this mix of embarrassment and need to explain to everyone that that wasn't his daddy, DS had never even seen DH drunk or stumbling before.....
post #69 of 130
My aunt had a lovely one with her little boy. She was on a train and some of the newer trains have these complicated toilets with buttons to press to lock, open and close the doors electronically. Some genius decided to put said buttons at small child height well out of reach of a person sitting on the toilet.... I'm sure you see where this is going. My poor aunt was sitting on the toilet while her toddler happily opened and closed the door to a crowded train!

When my youngest was born my dd was 2.5 and very taken with the whole process of pregnancy and birth. She had watched a few birth videos with my to prepare her incase she was awake when the baby came. A few weeks after he was born she announced to a queue of people in a supermarket that 'my baby came out of my mummys bottom just like a poo'. Lovely.
I had another horrible moment that week when shopping with the three kids and my ex. Never a recipe for a great day out at the best of times. But ds1, who was four had a sudden attack of the runs and was covered. So ex offered to take him to the car and clean him up while I stayed inside with the baby and dd as it was Febuary and pouring with rain. We were fine for about a minute and a half, tearing around after dd trying to keep her from emptying shelves. Then ds2 got tierd and fed up. He was in his carrier but when tierd like to be held in a quiet spot to calm down. But this wasn't going to happen in a shop with a busy two year old. I tried everything to calm him down which just wound him further up. So I was stuck in a shop, waiting for my ex to come back so we could go home, chasing a toddler with a screaming baby. And can that boy scream! And just to make things better some snotty woman came up and told me that I should take 'that' outside. In the freezing rain, with a newborn and a small child. Nice! Needless to say it was a while before I went out shopping again....
post #70 of 130
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Originally Posted by Kidzaplenty View Post
OK, not too long ago, once upon a time...

We were running late, and I was in a really big hurry. The baby (16months) was still napping and we had an appointment. So, I tell big brother to quickly wrap him up in the blanket and get him to the car as I rush all the other children out. It is about 40 degrees outside.

So, we get to the chiro's office, and when I completely unwrap Baby, he is nakey!

I never thought to check and see if he was dressed as I just assumed he was when he went to nap. Boy! Did I have some 'splaining to do!
How could he be strapped into the carseat all wrapped up in a blanket? He would have to be unwrapped to get buckled in....

ETA: I saw your response, still a little scary b/c the carseat straps must have been super loose to strap him in with the blanket on, puffy stuff like blankets and coats are NOT safe under the harness in carseats.
post #71 of 130
The other day at the market, in the very crowded produce section.....my 5yo loudly reminded me to buy brown hairy balls (taro root) I didn't even look up to see who may have heard that.
post #72 of 130
I took DD with me to DH's office to have lunch, DH's boss is bald and DD pointed at him screaming "DADDY MR CLEAN IS REAL!!"

post #73 of 130
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Originally Posted by leighi123 View Post
How could he be strapped into the carseat all wrapped up in a blanket? He would have to be unwrapped to get buckled in....

ETA: I saw your response, still a little scary b/c the carseat straps must have been super loose to strap him in with the blanket on, puffy stuff like blankets and coats are NOT safe under the harness in carseats.
I've TRIED to put a naked baby in a carseat wrapped with a receiving blanket between their skin and the seat belt (poop accident, unprepared new mom) and it was not happening. I can't imagine this working at all.

Unless you're using a comforter blankets aren't really puffy.
post #74 of 130
Not a poop story!

A few months after the twins were born, a friend at work was cross-stitching something for them and asked for me to write down their first name, middle name, birth date, weights, heights, etc. I started to write it all down and completely forgot their middle names! I actually had to call DH and ask him what they were.
post #75 of 130
When DD was about three we were starting to teach about hurting someone's feelings, and really be sticklers about empathy. DD has aspergers so this is something that was difficult for her to wrap her head around.

We often went to this big playground by the house while I was massively pregnant: it was an easy way for her to have fun and be occupied for a while, plus it was a short walk from the house.
We'd be there for about 30-40 minutes and then go home. Sometimes she really wanted to stay longer but I could only sit there for so long...

Anyway: one day I do the typical countdown, "Ten minutes til we go!", "Five minutes!", "One minute!", "Get ready!" and finally, "Okay honey, we're going home! Say goodbye to your friends!"

And she had a total, complete meltdown. I tried to reason with her, but it was clear this wasn't going well. As she stood there screeching at me I started becoming aware of how many people were staring with disapproval.
I decided to be firm: I marched over there and took her by the hand. She ripped it away from me so I had to take her by the arm. "That's enough. Let's go!" I said.
She went completely dead weight, tipped back her head and SHRIEKED. She intended to say, "You're hurting my feelings" (what with all those nasty rules I have...) but instead screamed, "MOMMY YOU'RE HURTING ME! STOP HURTING ME!"

And suddenly I was so very, very aware of the 20 different people now staring at me holding onto my screaming child's arm in the middle of the playground.

I was so embarrassed. I picked her up in my arms and walked home. The entire way she hit, kicked and bit me... all while screaming, "YOU'RE HURTING ME! STOP HURTING ME!" at the top of her lungs.
I swear to god every single house I passed opened a door or window and a head poked out to give me a disapproving stare.

I never wanted to leave the house again.


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This one isn't so embarrassing, but it was cute.

When my son was about three weeks old I took nightly walks to help him sleep. One such night was very cold so I had him in a wrap, then zipped in my coat. Almost completely up! The residential road was quite dark and there weren't any streetlamps. I was walking down the middle of it (no traffic) at about 7pm with my sleepy newborn when suddenly he started to whine, and then cry. He still had that "newborn baby cry" but it sounded kind of weird while wrapped inside my coat while I struggled to discreetly pull out a boob somewhere within the folds of fabric.
I passed by a pair of little girls playing in their front yard. They stopped and watched me passed, then called out, "What have you got in your coat?"
"A baby!" I replied.
They looked at each other, listened to the muffled attempts to nurse and hesitantly replied, "A baby what?"
post #76 of 130
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Originally Posted by texmama View Post
We were at the Christmas Eve service, dd was 2.5 yo (and fascinated by having a new baby brother, with baby brother parts) chose the quietest time of the service to ask in a very loud voice "did baby Jesus have a penis?"
post #77 of 130
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Originally Posted by littleteapot View Post
When my son was about three weeks old I took nightly walks to help him sleep. One such night was very cold so I had him in a wrap, then zipped in my coat. Almost completely up! The residential road was quite dark and there weren't any streetlamps. I was walking down the middle of it (no traffic) at about 7pm with my sleepy newborn when suddenly he started to whine, and then cry. He still had that "newborn baby cry" but it sounded kind of weird while wrapped inside my coat while I struggled to discreetly pull out a boob somewhere within the folds of fabric.
I passed by a pair of little girls playing in their front yard. They stopped and watched me passed, then called out, "What have you got in your coat?"
"A baby!" I replied.
They looked at each other, listened to the muffled attempts to nurse and hesitantly replied, "A baby what?"
I can't stop laughing at that!
post #78 of 130
DD is newly potty trained and since we haven't had accidents, I no longer bring along spare pants, undies, etc. So...we're driving to church for the kids choir practice and dd has a sippy cup of chocolate milk with her. Somehow she manages to dump it all over her pants and the car seat. Since I don't have a change of clothes, I strip off her pants and undies and put her in the choir robe for practice. Meanwhile, I am desperately trying to figure out how to dry out her pants before we leave. Come to find out, there are no hand dryers in the church bathrooms. I end up microwaving the pants to dry them. The kitchen smelled like hot chocolate from teh chocolate milk being cooked. Unfortunately, the new pastor then decides to stop by the kitchen for a drink. I could have died trying to explain that one.
post #79 of 130
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During the quietest part of our church service, a little two year old girl ran away from her parents and up onto the pulpit area. Her dad finally caught her and when he picked her up she was fighting so he started walking down the looong aisle to take her outside to calm down. As he walked she started screaming: "pray for me! PRAY FOR MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"


I just remembered another family's funny/embarrassing story: About 10 years ago, I was in a dollar store, and also there were a teenaged couple with their baby about a year old riding on mom's hip. The parents were checking out the merchandise and grumbling to one another about how "crappy" it was. After a while...
MOM: Ugh! Look at THIS!
BABY: Crappy!!
MOM: Yeah, it is-- Hey! You said a word! Honey, did you hear that?!
DAD: Yeah! Your first word!
MOM: Ohh...his first word is "crappy"...
DAD: It's okay, honey, he is learning our values!
post #80 of 130
Ok I just had an emberassing moment this morning.

DS and I went out this morning to pick up some groceries and stop at the bulk store, these stores are in our block. DS wanted to walk but I also wanted to bring the stroller as a back-up, containment unit Anyway we had a pretty good hour of DS helping me shop and walking most of the time. So we were going to stop at Starbucks for a coffee for mama and the park on our way home.

I go into the Starbucks with DS walking and me pushing the stroller, it was busy and it is a small Starsbucks there is a line of about 4 people, first off I have to remind DS a few times to not touch the packaged food that is right at his level (thanks Starbucks ). We are next to order and I spot a basket of packages of two natural organic vanilla cookies so I say (stupidly ) "Oh should we get some cookies?" DS says "Yeah" and then "Cookies" I say ok we have to pay for them first" and DS starts crying "cookies, cookies, cookies" and reaches up to the counter, pushing between the guy infront of us and the counter, I let go of the stroller to reach for DS, my stroller decides at that moment to tip back and smash my bag of groceries on the ground (thank you to the guy who helped me pick it up). Everyone is starring at us, another worker comes over to take our order (I order a coffee only as I am not in the mood to buy cookies now ) DS is now going ballistic screaming COOKIES, COOKIES ,COOKIES at the top of his lungs and screeching (and this boy is deafening loud) and crying and wont follow me (he is still at the counter, I put my coffee on the creaming station and go retrieve him, he is hitting, kicking and screaming "COOKIES...AHHHHH COOKIES" I wrestle him into the stroller and buckle him up. turn and quickly put cream in my coffee and a lid on it and run from the Starbucks with my face red, my sunglasses falling of my head, my hair disheveled, my toddler freaking out, and everyone staring at me I then had to walk down the very busy street to our street with lots of disproving stares of people walking past me.

The crazy thing is he has hardly ever had cookies, I am sure there were lots of people thinking "There is another over sugared bratty kids"
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