My little guy was almost completely non-verbal until he was five–other than some echolalia. He desperately wanted to communicate, but was unable to process the steps to do it. It wasn’t until kindergarten that he understood that letters made words, and words meant something.He hasn’t stopped talking since. It’s been an adventure, because he didn’t come with filters.
For some reason, the majority of our embarrassing moments happen in our tiny post office or the grocery store. Maybe it’s because we’re standing in line, so he has a captive audience.
One time, we had just returned from a somewhat disastrous out-of-town family visit. Our dog-sitter was unable to accommodate us, so we had the brilliant idea of bringing the dogs (who aren’t used to traveling) with us in their carry-kennels.
If we left them in the hotel room, they howled the minute we walked out the door. It was too cold to leave them in the car, even for a brief time. We ended up having to either eat in our hotel room, or go to the restaurant in shifts. Not fun.
Anyway, I was standing in line with my son, and he started chattering away about our trip. I was only half-listening, because I was rooting through my purse trying to figure out if I had enough cash or if I’d need to use my credit card.
“Can we have a sleepover again soon?”
Sure, Honey.
“In a hotel?”
Yes.
“With Big Kid (his brother)?”
Yes.
“And we’ll play games in the bed?”
Uh huh.
“With the dogs again?”
Yep.
“And you’ll make movies?”
Suddenly I noticed that the post office was quiet.
Too quiet.
I thought about what had been said. I paid for my stamps and got the heck out of there. I’m sure my face was 10 shades of purple.
For two days, I was afraid to answer the door. And I cleaned my house until it was sparkling. I thought a team of social workers would bust in and attack like stormtroopers. Whew!
Some time later, we were again at the post office sending off Christmas packages. Of course, the place was packed.
We live in a small town, so it’s easy to get friendly with people you see on a regular basis. The guys in our post office are a great bunch.
When it was our turn, postal guy says to my son, “How’s your day, Buddy?” 
My son mulled the question for a few seconds.
“My mom cut the cheese in the parking lot.
She didn’t say ‘excuse me.’
Right Mom?
Mom?
Where you going?
Are you mad?
Mooooooom!! Wait for me!!”
What’s YOUR most embarassing Mommy moment?