I don't have children, but I will do the best I can to embarrass my nieces and nephews. It is the senior's duty to embarrass their family youngers, just like their parents did before them.
Father used to embarrass me by his clothing, when Mother had not dressed him. He had not a clue about how to look smart and would wear his farm clothes to town. He also embarrassed me by his whistling, to announce his arrival at someone's place, unannounced. He did not knock on the front door, but went to the back door, whistling along the way to announce his arrival.
For god's sake Dad, can't you just knock on the front door? But I loved him dearly when we walking in the bush and he was singing, 'If I was a rich man.' He was clever and I thought he would be wealthy one day. We kids had to pay for his funeral.
Mother did her fair share of embarrassing her oldest son. She still does, but as she is so old now, no one takes any notice. At the top of her voice in the street, 'this is my son and he....'. Mother always talked too loudly in public and was way too out there for me. She drew attention to herself, and to me unwanted attention. Mrs Woog, are you taking notice? As a smart dresser in a country town with clothing bought in Melbourne, Mother always stood out and had a huge presence anywhere she was. I recall the day my drunk father threw out the front door all of Mother's 62 pairs of shoes into the garden and then I saw something that children should not see.
Almost inexcusable, but he may have once again caught Mother up to fun with his brother.