Well. That's Embarrassing by Dean Gloster
We learn early, as modern humans, the terrible fact that our parents are embarrassing. When my daughter Alex was four, I drove her to Step One preschool, and as I started to walk her up the stairs, she announced, “Dad, there’s a rule at my school.” “Oh? What rule?” “There’s no singing within a mile of my school.” “Then I’ll make sure,” I assured her, “I’ll never sing within a mile of your school.” Dear reader, I was not singing. And bursting into song was not a thing I did, then or now. Bad jokes? Overwhelmingly likely. Show tunes? Exactly zero risk. But somehow it occurred to my daughter that the most embarrassing thing that could happen was me singing near her schoo...
