givin' in

It wasn't until after Hubby and I got married that he realized all of my father's family is from Arkansas. Hubby was a little worried that our children would be born with a twang or those billy bob hilly-billy teeth. Luckily our children came out beautiful and have stayed so. But the other day we were outside and Little Missy was getting her pretty pink dress so dirty in the sidewalk chalk that I took off her dress to prevent any further staining. We gave in to our Arkansas/white trash history.