It occurs to me that my possible second-place most embarrassing moment happened two years ago when my son was a senior in high school. His father and I were, well, being affectionate one Saturday morning early, and he barged into our bedroom because he was out of cash and was leaving on a ski trip with some friends. We'd forgotten to lock our door since our son is normally unconscious until mid-morning at the earliest on Saturdays, but this particular day was an exception.

He turned beet red and backed right out of our room and shut the door real quick, and later we got to where we could laugh about it. But he still occasionally makes jokes about "that morning" and how we'll have to pay for the endless years of psychotherapy he'll require to make that image go away.