At First Blush

We recently asked readers to write us about their most embarrassing moments as parents. We smiled and laughed at the tales about moms and dads so frazzled that they almost forgot to take the baby off the car or did forget to put on their pants and to remove the dribbly diaper from their interview attire.

We also got baby-talk sagas about kids who said the darndest things. One we couldn’t print verbatim was about a toddler who stood with her mama on a crowded city street, screaming and pointing delightedly at a big red truck. Trouble was, she pronounced “tr” like the letter “f.” You get the picture.

Here’s a sampling of others. Thanks for sharing with us:

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Due to my wife’s postpartum medical complications, our twin baby girls were at my in-laws’ home while I juggled work, visiting them and visiting my wife in the hospital. During one visit she asked, “Did anyone see you wearing that when you came here?”

I was wearing a T-shirt adorned with baby spit, plaid flannel pants, brown loafers and no socks. I told her I had passed her internist in the hall (the father of adult twins) and that he had just chuckled at me.

It was then she pointed out that my “pants” were actually pajama bottoms, with “GOOD NIGHT” printed on the back.

--Amor Hollingsworth

Fullerton

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My husband never had much experience with babies before we had children. He was reluctant even to hold a baby, because he thought they were so fragile and he might “break” them.

When our first son, Josh, was 1, my husband offered himself as baby-sitter for a day while I went to work. When I arrived at my office, there was already a message from my husband, asking me to come home--he had “broken” the baby!

I got home to find that my husband had rolled a ball so hard that, when Josh bent to pick it up, it rolled up his foot and leg and bopped him in the nose. It caused quite a bit of bleeding, but we were relieved it wasn’t serious.

--Kandi Cook, Fullerton

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My most embarrassing moment as a new mom came around Christmas 1976, when my husband and I were invited to a holiday dinner given by the Glendale Bar Assn. I was seated next to one of the attorneys.

Noticing his horrified stare, I became aware that I had automatically reached over and cut the meat on his plate into bite-sized chunks fit for a toddler. Mortified, I tried to explain and promised myself to mingle with people my own age more often.

--Isabelle H. Meyer

Glendale

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Heading up the coast on vacation with four kids under 10, we stopped at a small town for lunch in a park next to a cemetery. We ate, got back in the car and took off.

Suddenly, someone hollered, “Where’s Jeff? Oh, my God, he isn’t with us. Go back to the park!”

There he was, sitting on a grave marker, crying. The caretaker was consoling him. We hugged, apologized, thanked the caretaker and took off again.

With Jeff now almost 50, we still talk about our Most Embarrassing Moment as parents.

--Fred and Mary

Merrill,Inglewood

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Prepared to sell myself to the hilt, I handed my 9-week-old baby to my sister, grabbed my resume and headed out the door. I was conflicted about going to work so soon after the baby--and also about what my potential employer might think.

The interview went very well. When everyone rose to shake hands, I realized that these five gentlemen and I had spent two hours together--no minor investment of time. I was sure I’d gotten the job. I hadn’t even mentioned my infant--the topic never came up. I was stepping high as I made a quick stop in the restroom before heading home. At the sink, I glanced in the mirror.

That’s when I saw it. There, on my left shoulder, over my tailored business suit, was a burping diaper covered in spit and drool.

I decided I wasn’t yet ready to leave my baby. But I didn’t have to worry about how to break the news. They offered the job to someone else.

--Linda Folsom, Glendale

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Our son Cameron (then 2) became restless while we were shopping in a quaint Texas town last November. So my husband took him to the grassy central plaza to run around. A few moments later, I saw Michael furiously ripping off Cameron’s clothes--in the middle of town!

My son saw me and exclaimed “Mommy, mommy, I have ants in my pants!” Michael had sat Cameron on a colony of fire ants.

These ants can be dangerous, but we were lucky. The town pharmacist gave us cortisone to calm the bites and a candy bar to calm the tears.

--Diane and Michael Neimand

Northridge

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When the girls were still little enough that I could take them when I went to buy candy for their Easter baskets, I parked in front of the candy store, hustled them in and told them to wait by the door.

I rushed with my selections so they wouldn’t see what I was buying. As I dashed out to the car and put the girls into the back seat, I noticed a few items I didn’t recognize. I dismissed the thought and closed the door.

As I opened the front door, I saw a woman standing on the curb smiling at me.

I stopped when she said, “I think you have the wrong car.”

--Margaret Rearden

Simi Valley

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It’s been 21 years, but I can still remember standing with our 2-year-old daughter Stephanie in a long, slow line in the post office. When a rather obese man came in with his wife, Stephanie approached him. In a clear and unfortunately loud voice, she asked, “Why you so fat? You big fat!”

I was mortified, but his wife saved the day. She kindly answered, “He’s fat because he eats too much, and he shouldn’t.”

I’ve always been grateful to her for recognizing the innocence of a 2-year-old’s question.

--Carolyn Kaplan

Woodland Hills

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I ran out of gas on the freeway with my 3-year-old son and 2-month-old daughter. Fortunately, it was daytime. After calling the auto club, I opened the van’s sliding door and climbed in back to wait.

I expected to wait at least half an hour, so I nursed my 2-month-old and relaxed while my son told his version of “The Three Bears.” After 10 minutes, the AAA man poked his head casually through the door, “Hello, Ma’am.”

Completely startled, I jolted upright, yanking my nursing daughter off me, only to expose myself and squirt breast milk just inches shy of where the man stood.

Quite taken aback, he quickly filled the gas tank and waved as he drove off, probably worried as to how I might top our introduction.

--Kathleen Snashall, Glendale

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After bathing my 3-year-old daughter one Sunday morning, I put a beautiful dress on her, along with frilly socks and shiny shoes. I attended to every detail, right down to the matching bow in her hair.

As we stepped out the front door ready for church, she looked up at me and said, “That’s OK, Mommy. I don’t need to wear panties, do I?”

--Dianne Mann

Chino

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I was flying to the East Coast with my 6-week-old daughter, Madeline. It was our first journey alone together. Doctors and experienced parents suggested that I nurse the baby on takeoff and landing to prevent her from experiencing ear pain. As a new mom, I was not yet comfortable nursing in public. Just getting the baby to “latch on” was a big accomplishment. As I took my seat in the back of the plane, I prayed that a kindly older lady would sit next to me. No such luck. A really good-looking, thirtysomething guy took his seat by my side. The engines began to rumble and roar, and the plane slowly progressed toward the runway. I positioned Maddie for nursing and casually draped a blanket over my right shoulder.

The plane was barely in the air when Madeline jerked her head from my breast, knocked off the blanket and exposed my nipple, causing me to squirt my seat mate in the face and neck!

--Suzanne Weerts

Sherman Oaks

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As the nervous mother of a colicky newborn, I nearly drove away leaving my son strapped in his car seat on top of the car. My friend stopped me. Distracted by her and her three children, I had forgotten my own child.

--Allison Gibbons

Rancho Cucamonga

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My now-13-year-old son claims to have forgotten this most embarrassing moment he put me through, about 10 years ago.

While I was out shopping frantically for a perfect dress to wear that night, he started climbing under clothes racks. Just as I saw his head pop out of the top of a circular rack of clothes, the whole thing tipped over!

A nice saleslady offered to pick up everything, probably in the hope that it would help speed up our departure.

--Susie Castle

Agoura