Mom got mad at me for giving away the fact that she had to go to AA meetings as she had always kept it from the neighbors. Then I hear about it at home and I think "AA meetings". That must be even better than an "A meeting", so I bragged about it to every kid in school until she got loaded that weekend and kicked my ass all over the yard while drunk as a skunk.
Actually, she managed one kick and then couldn't get back up.
After that we moved a lot.