Daddy's Home by Tony Rubino and Gary Markstein for November 30, 2015

Parents. You gotta loathe it when they embarrass you.

Elliot knows nothing about embarrassment. I used to tell little man if he acted up and didn’t listen I’d start dancing. Now all I have to do is point my finger in the air and I suddenly have his full attention. Saturday night fever anyone?

Tony’s question is “Do I embarrass you?”

No, Tony… I mean, you try, but by this age, I’m pretty impervious.

Bev… I don’t remember the Rollo Dance.

But I wanna see you do it!

And we must have gone to get the question at the same time…. but I stopped to put in those darn asterisks.

My parents were embarrassed to be seen with me . Heck, they made me, they should have been embarrassed.

I was the one assigned to embarrass my girls. My son was / is pretty much impervious to embarrassment.

Not yet.

@Tony RubinoNo, my dear, you don’t embarrass me at all.

My parents embarrassed me, I embarrassed my children. Goes around, comes around.

@Tony“Do I embarrass you?”

I am not easily embarrassed. I do remember when our girls were growing up, and I was the designated driver to either take a friend home or pick one up.

I am not sure why they would be bothered when I was driving and made “vroom vroom” sounds…

Sure do! Look at you always bent over thinking who knows what!

Well, you do now that you’ve pointed it out.

Heck, I am old enough, that I don’t care anymore! I have EARNED the right! :-) LOL! Thinking back to my younger days, and stuff I did back then, it is TRULY a ROFLMAO moment!