My Grandson will love me

[gness]

After years of embarrassing my children with my odd sense of humour, being an accident waiting to happen and my often peculiar dress sense I was happy to have grandchildren enabling me to continue with my hobby.

Today I have taken delivery of a huge, black lacy parasol and a matching fan with tassels.

Teenage grandson is going to be so thrilled next time Grandma picks him up for a day out! :-)

How do you embarrass your kids?

[mrs_overall]

Oooh, best answer! Thanks gness xx

[ummmm]

Haha Mrs O....love it.

[mrs_overall]

Thanks Ummmm. I have to admit it backfired slightly as people in the neighbourhood gave me a wide berth for quite some time

[ummmm]

I went on a date with SD. My son kept phoning me looking for money. He came to the pub garden and I gave him money with a 'pissoff' look in my eyes. Walking through the park on the way home and there was he, with about 15 friends, I said 'OI' he jumped up and said 'please Mum, don't'

[andy-hughes]

Having had a week of run-ins with my fifteen-year-old, I was firmly instructed to park the car around the corner when collecting her from the teens disco at the local night-club.

Not only did I walk right into the foyer and shout to her that it was time to go home - i was wearing my slippers!

She is 37 now, and has never forgotten it, and I recently recounted the tale to her sixteen-year-old daughter who'se eyes were like saucers imagining the humiliation!

[tinkerbell23]

Andy thats evil!!!!!!!! Pmsl x

[gness]

I was very strict about where are you going and coming home time.
A woman doing a survey on teenage leisure time asked if she could interview mid teen son in private. No problem. I put them in the dining room and, with the aid of a tumbler, heard son say " Nah. Mum never bothers what time I`m home. Don`t usually get in before midnight." Big man!
Next night out with his mates he was back on the dot of the nine curfew.
I had locked the doors and made him sit in the garden til midnight.

[gness]

Looking like slippers are the answer. :-)

[Dee Sa]

whem my youngest was 14 he kept disappearng for hours and I wanted to know where he went he wouldnt tell me, waited till I saw his pal i the street and said "is Carl still down there" yes said the mate " whats the name of that place again" - the Cherokee cafe he replied, found it down an alley off the High st, went in he was playing a "mean pin ball" and would not turn round friends whispered your mums hear, greasy cafe owner said no trouble pls I drank my cup of tea and as I passed him to leave I gave him a motherly kiss on the cheek - all his so called pals laughed at him & his street cred gone, he never went back.