Most Em-bare-assing "Mom"ment!!!

Most Em-bare-assing "Mom"ment!!!  
     We all have them.  They may be in the far recesses of your memory banks or in your future, but one thing is for sure...they are sure to be.  
     Allow me to take you back to a time that we liked to call "the trenches.". Sophie was 10 weeks old and we were leaving our third hotel.  For those of you who don't know or have forgotten, we spent the first year of Sophie's life on tour with "Shrek: The Musical.". I woke up early and put on one of those nursing bras that makes a valiant effort to be pretty, but is still a nursing-bra after all, a hot pink t-shirt that pulls down below your milk-makers for easy baby access, and a pair of yoga pants that were never ever used for yoga.  
     After breast-feeding Sophie in the hotel room, Soph and I headed to the luxurious breakfast at the Residence Inn in Dallas, TX.  Eric had packed the car while we fed and we planned to meet at breakfast.  The large room is open and bumping with people at 7:30a.m.  A few groups of businessmen, a family with older kids, and the people that worked at the Residence Inn are scattered about the tables.  I set our bags down and bring a, now sleeping, Sophie to the breakfast bar in her car-seat.  I struggle with the heavy car-seat on one arm and attempt to plate up biscuits and gravy with the other.  Everyone looks at me like I have four heads and I look at them like "Geez, you could help a sister out?!".   
     Finally, Eric walks through the entryway and exclaims..."Babe!". I look at him and put the car-seat down answering...."What?!". "Your shirt!" he gestures down at my hot pink t.  Breath. Gone.  Shirt.  Gone.  Only my lacey white nursing bra was out.  My hot pink t pulled down for quick access, never made it back up.  I had been walking around a hotel lobby for a solid 15-20 minutes with my goodies out.  Horrified, yet hysterical laughs take over my deliriously tired self.  What else is there to do?  Except, pull up that pink t, of course.  When I need to not take myself so seriously, I always think back to this incident.  Works every time.  What's your funniest or most embarrassing moment as a parent?  You know you have one!