| My mother took me to the BX (Base Exchange, The military's version of Wal*Mart) on Andrews AFB when I was about 15. In front of I-don't-know-how-many-people I picked up a gross of Trojans and asked mother very loudly if she would buy them for me. Naturally I had waited until she was twenty feet or so away so that I would have to shout at her to be heard. "No! Put. Those. Down!!" She said "C'mon Ma, it's 144 rubbers! I've got a busy weekend lined up! I need these". As you can imagine she wasn't too happy with me. Neither was my father after she told him. I thought it was hysterical. I think if one of my kids did that to me I'd just give him/her the money and say "Yes, but you have to go pay for it yourself." :) When I shipped off to Somalia a few years later, I packed up and shipped almost everything I owned to my parents house. Amongst my posessions was a Mac Color Classic. My mother decided at some point that she wanted to use it so she had my dad set it up for her. No big deal, this was before the world weird web was what it is today, so no big pr0n collection, but... The floppy wasn't working so my father took it apart and somehow there was a condom wrapper in the disk drive. My father made a joke about that's not the way to protect myself from computer viruses, but my mother was fairly mortified. | 
