When I was a child, there was a saying people used to use when you didn't behave yourself, "you showed yourself up there", "you made a right show of yourself" or worse, "you showed me up"!
Showing either yourself, or showing someone else up was the height of rudeness, bad manners and embarrassment. Offences could range from; hysterical crying for no reason, going into a sulk for several hours in a public place, walking around all day with no shoes on because you stood in dog poo
(yes dear brother I'm talking about you, and I'll also find out now if you actually read my blog!), apparently (according to my parents) saying, "I'm alright thanks", instead of "no thank you" (still don't get that one), wearing too short a skirt, doing a comedy run for a bus, not singing in church, showing off, the list goes on. Thing is, for the uninitiated, it was quite hard at times to work out what would "show you up" until you were fully brain washed or should I say, integrated into society.
Now I am a parent myself, I feel the pain of being "shown up" in public, yet it is a humiliation I have to frequently endure. The main culprit is my oldest son, who has a habit of making comments that in the privacy of our own home would be quite endearing, but in public are mortifying.
Examples of such behaviour are; shouting loudly "my trumps are my friends", "that's a big one Daddy", "only Mummy can see my poo", "it's coming out!" (always, ALWAYS, said loudly in a restaurant) and a recent one, getting the teacher to scribe in his self esteem book, "my mummy leaves me alone, says I'm a very naughty boy and gives me sweets all day. My Nanny always lets me stay up all night long and watch scary films." Named and shamed, thanks son, a very vivid imagination.
My oldest also struggles in any situation that requires quiet talking; libraries, churches, weddings, the like. He always seems to think that is an opportunity to use the loudest voice he has, and shout things like, "that lady is picking her nose", "my baby has booby milk", or "GET OFF ME" to a priest delivering a blessing.
Maybe this is why parents enjoy showing their teenage children up so much (I'm thinking of my dad in sandals and long socks), it's a way of getting their own back for all those years of humiliation. I think I am going to transform into an embarrassing mum wearing garish polka dot hot pants and an inappropriately tight boob tube as soon as my sons turn 12 as a way of getting my revenge...
What do your kids do to show you up?