My dad used to get a big kick out of embarrassing me. I think it is because I was his easiest child to embarrass.
One of his favorite stories is the time that my middle school BFF, Carly, and I went to the mall.
Together, we were “too cool” for our own good. Walking around the mall ON. OUR. OWN.
So there we were, two awesomely cool middle school girls, walking around the mall when we heard a voice…
“Girls! Hey Girls!”
Carly stopped, “Oh my gosh. Is that your Dad?”
We frantically began to look around.
“I’m right here girls! It’s me!”
There he was on the lower level of the mall. We were upstairs. He was frantically waving. And yelling.
I could not believe he was yelling for us during our “we are too cool to be with our parents” time at the mall!
Quickly, we walked off, trying to pretend that the screaming father below was not
taunting calling us.
Till he began using our names.
“Girls! Carly. Mary. It’s your
Dad! Girls. Wait for me.”
We wanted to die.
But we didn’t. Instead, we dashed into a store and hid. Hoping that no one from school had seen us.
I think it is one of my father’s favorite memories of embarrassing his children.
Well, that one and “Hunk Alert”. But THAT is a different story.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
You are my best Dad ever!