This week over at Bambino Goodies I have been detailing yet another embarrassing child-fuelled moment for your delectation and delight. Fortunately humiliation is not a new concept to me; as a child I was so clumsy that for several years I actually believed my first name was Careful!, so frequently did it prefix my given name. My children have inherited this physical ineptitude, much to the chagrin of the Husband, who is annoyingly sporty in a public school sort of way. The Toddler should really be titled The Tripper, capable of finding a stumbling block on the smoothest of surfaces.
So here’s the deal. Go away and blog about your own humiliation rituals; those moments when the children make you want to disappear into your own socks. When you’re done, come back here and leave us a link, so we can all have a good laugh at your expense. You’re a mummy – you have no shame, remember?