Taking kids shopping can be embarrassing, but I don't want to hire a babysitter, so I take them anyway. This turned out to be, on one occasion, hilariously mortifying. The child in question was in the cart. (S)he (I won't reveal the child's gender, as I don't want to cause him/her potential future embarrassment) knocked a shirt off a rack, then ripped a huge one at the exact moment I bent to pick up the shirt. Even worse, it smelled like rotten eggs. A man walking by gave me a dirty look that said, "You're disgusting! Go to the bathroom next time!"
I didn't bother to explain. There was no way he would have believed that the cute little angel in the cart did that.