I was twenty-six when I got married. It was undoubtedly the best day of my life. But the bachelor party that preceded the wedding remains as one of the worst experiences of my life.

I can look back now and laugh. My children find the story amusing too, and of course there are the infamous photos as well. Given the highs and lows of their own puberty and adolescence, it is not surprising that my family revels in the public humiliation that Dad once endured too. However much your children...