Sorry mum
My real dad buggered off shortly after I was born, back to his wife we reckon even though he said he wasn't married, never to be seen again. So, my mother raised me as a single parent.

We were travelling on the bus into town one day, I was a toddler, my mum would have been in her late twenties. The bus was packed with people from the village all heading to the shops. We were sat opposite an elderly gent who I stared at for some time.

After a while I decided it was time to ask the question. "Mum". That got her and everyone else's attention. "Yes dear?" she replied. I asked loudly and clearly so that not one person on the bus didn't hear: "Is that man my dad?".

Cue much blushing, staring and sniggering.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 17:31, 1 reply)

I used to ask Mum
if anyone male we saw on the street was my Dad. And Dad was simply working long hours but I saw him each night and on weekends. Mum thought it was hilarious, so did the priest. The teenage boy however had trouble coping with his blushes.

At least I didn't ask if a Labrador we saw being walked was Dad- instead I pointed and said "Mum look someone is walking a pig". Dear, dear child.

I just wanted to ramble a bit about Dad people, then a dog-pig. Have a clicky - it's always good to embarrass your Mum in public along with random men.
(Dog Bum Cute, wiggly, has scary anal glands, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 13:31, closed)