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Carrying on the Tradition

9:33 AM, Aug. 25, 2005 .. Posted in Funny Cub Stories .. 1 comments .. Link

When my sisters & I were little, I think our mom made it her personal mission to embarrass us at every opportunity. So, whether it's been purposeful or purely coincidental, depending on the circumstances, I am continuing that tradition.  In the last few weeks, I have had 2 golden opportunities while out shopping with her. Let me mention here, that she is an only child, and has red hair and everything that goes with it! And, possibly, like her mother, is a bit headstrong at times.  First, we were picking up last minute school shopping items, and on the list was a bra.  She is 11, just getting to the point where she needs one. So, like my mom did with all 3 of us, I pick one of the shelf, and put it on her right over top of the tank top she was wearing at the time, not bothering to go to the fitting room.  That was bad enough...."Mom, I can't believe you're doing this right out here in front of everybody!"  There were 2 boys walking through the girls' dept. between their mom and the video games. One time through, they bumped our cart a little, and the evilmom in me said, "Excuse us boys, we're just bra shoppin' here!" My daughter was mortified!  "OH.MY.GOD!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST DID THAT!! GET THIS THING OFF ME!!!!" She gets the bra off, flings it at me and takes off for the other end of the store....I about pissed my pants, laughing so hard. The boys didn't notice and couldn't have cared less, they wanted to play video games. For the rest of the shopping trip and the ride home, it was crossed arms, and the glare of the blue laser beams that come out of her eyes at me. It was so worth it!

 

The second opportunity was last week, we were just doing general shopping, picking up stuff we needed for the house, and we ended up in the feminine hygiene aisle.  She herself has not needed any of this yet, but knows what they are all about. So I was there, looking at the selection trying to make up my mind and had been there about 5 whole minutes.  She once again, gives me the crossed arm/blue laser beam stare and says, "Must you spend so much time in this section of the store?" So, once again, evilmom took over and I took 2 boxes off the shelf and held them out to her and asked "Well which ones do you think I should get?" Her jaw dropped to the floor, and she whirled around and took off up the hair care aisle...once again leaving me doubled over with laughter.  Later, as I was telling my sister this story, she asked "Are you saving money yet for her therapy bills? Sounds like she's gonna need it!"  Since then, I've been behaving myself, I swear......


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It's in the genes

11:30 AM, Aug. 25, 2005 .. Posted by AndeeDawn
My husband sounds a lot like you. He loves to embarass, harass, or confuse the kids and me. His dad did the same thing to him. And his grandad before him.

Recently, my mother-in-law had to pee really bad. She came limping into the house and my father-in-law caught her in the kitchen. He started tickling her and would not let her by until she peed in her pants.

And my husband is just like him. (sigh)

One day, your daughter is going to love telling these stories, no matter how mortified she may appear now.

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