Don’t judge- Over the weekend I sifted through some family photos in an attempt to organize all of our pictures, during which time I came across a few that could be misunderstood. Sandwiched in between our perfectly posed family portraits was a collection of real photos. Those that manage to capture everyday life, not the staged moments in which we are all smiling and our clothes seem to magically coordinate.
Don’t try to hide behind your sophistication. Be honest, sometimes a little white trash/redneck creeps out of all of us.
For example, if…
You cook steaks the size of your two year olds head. No petit filets around here.
Your child’s “sand box” is the rustically beautiful and hard to clean red dirt of South Texas. It might be dirty, but it is the closest thing he is going to get to the real thing.
When your husband mows the grass, he carries his mini me in the Baby Bjorn, in direct violation of the 25 pound maximum weight limit.
You consider a rain shower a satisfactory body cleansing. Sufficient enough to buy you at least another 48 hours before you have to give your kid a real bath.
Your child’s first vehicle is a John Deer tractor, and he considers it the perfect mode of transportation for taking his young lady friend out for a sunset cruise.
You have ever given the classic “spit shine” cleaning to your child’s face, particularly in public. No mess is a match to the power of your saliva when it comes to cleaning those sweet little faces.
You see nothing wrong with licking every last ounce of food off your hands after a delicious meal. Or your belly for that matter. No sense in wasting good food.
