This is the line that goes through my head every time I enter a Registry of Motor Vehicles, as I did yesterday with Lydia to get her learner’s permit.
While I don’t think my parents ever embarrassed me*, I do cross that line occasionally with my children. Usually they let me know and stop me from whatever I’m doing.
At the Registry, Lydia wasn’t too happy with me taking pictures of people in the waiting room. (Who knows when I’ll need a portrait of human abjection?) So I moved the camera to the floor.
Missions accomplished: learner’s permit gotten and pictures taken.