I’m embarrassing. Not all the time and not in a walking-around-town-with-my-underwear-over-my-pants kind of way. Generally speaking, in fact, I’m a relatively normal guy. But to my kids, I’m embarrassing. And as luck would have it, embarrassing them is one of the great joys of my life. To be clear, there are many joys of fatherhood: teaching my kids to ride bikes, watching them read, laughing with them about one of my bad dad jokes, picking them up from school, and I could go on.