I used to tell my daughter that I hadn’t been allowed to take her away from the maternity unit until I had signed a letter agreeing to embarrass her as often as possible throughout her life. That embarrassment included, but was not confined to, being the parent who:  turned up to volunteer at school events; sat outside the ballet class reading her paper instead of nipping off to do a bit of shopping; insisted we went round a new gallery or attended a new play; went along to the latest boy band gigs and  would attempt to sing along, loudly, with the latest tracks being played on West FM in the morning car ride to school.

There’s an interesting opinion piece here about how we always embarrass our children, no matter how we behave. It’s in the job description.