My favorite Walmart story.

When I lived in Texas, I swore that I would never do what I considered to be the ultimate redneck thing: Go into a Walmart with a baby with a dirty face and wearing nothing but a dirty diaper.

Corpus Christi. Vacation. I took a change of clothes and an extra diaper to the beach with us for the baby. No dice. He went through the clothes and the extra diaper, and so we headed back to the hotel. On the way, we needed something, so we swung by the Walmart.

I sat in the car, agonizing. Do I go in, or let my husband pick out whatever it was we needed?

I did it. I am a redneck Mama.