One of the key kid stressors around here right now is “that’s sooooo embarrassing!”

I don’t know if it’s the age, a phase, or what, but embarrassment is to be avoided at all costs.

So, I usually like to tell the kids embarrassing stories about myself for them to rejoice in. For some reason, parental foibles are glee-making material.

One of their fave stories is “the pop incident.”

This occurred one day while I was leaving the grocery store with a precariously over-packed cart of groceries. As I manoeuvered my cart over a speed bump (or slow bump as my kids call them), the case of pop fell off of the bottom of the cart and I promptly ran over it. This caused several pop cans to puncture and they started shooting carbonated fluid several feet into the air. It was like a geyser of Diet Pepsi.

I could have been “sooooo embarrassed!” but why waste the hilarity?