Trailer Trash

Before anyone gets offended, let me clarify. I am not talking about people living in pre-fabricated homes, campers, mobile home parks, etc. I am talking about the stereotypical trailer trash......the people who live in something that doesn't look safe, driving a car with a huge payment attached, several dogs tied under the trailer....shoot, the people like the movies portray in my home state of Alabama (except the reality show about the little blonde trying to find "mr. right" through smooching on all the :contestants" for weeks on television....that's trash too.!!) SO keep this image in mind....the stereotypical one...

Garrett gets off of the bus after a little bit of Halloween celebration at school, and his developmental therapist (better known as my dear, sweet, beautiful friend, Andrea), meets him at our house. Addie, Ainslee and I were out running some errands. When he comes into the house, Andrea immediately engages him in conversation and brain work as she always brilliantly does. She notices some purple Mardi Gras beads around his little neck and asks him where he got them. His response, "FROM THE TRAILER TRASH!!!!!!" I can imagine Andrea is on the floor laughing by now, so she sends me a text about it and of COURSE I have to call my dad, Pop, for a good shared laugh!!! I get home an hour or so later and Andrea is still grinning about it and shares that later as she kept trying to clarify what Garrett had said, she finally gets him to say it more clearly.....T-R-E-A-S-U-R-E C-H-E-S-T!!!!!!!

That's my boy, always keeping us laughing and on our toes!!!

Godspeed,
Clara-Leigh