The fact that this shirt (onesie, not shirt....it's actually for infants, just wanted to make sure everyone is aware of how horrible this really is) actually exists, or the fact that some idiot (the hubby) actually paid money for it. Or is it the fact that some idiot (me) actually made their child wear it and tried to doll her up (matching ruffle shorts, matching bow) Two words. White trash. White trash are; the people who, made/sold/bought/wore this shirt, I mean onesie. Please rest assured that she will NEVER wear this shirt in public, (I purposely forgot it when we went to the fair....even though that is the one place I kinda considered letting her wear it, boy was Tyler angry when I forgot it) and that my husband has never (literally NEVER) even tasted alcohol in his life. So, no Reagan's Daddy doesn't heart or even love beer. At least she looks happy wearing it. That's all that matters in the end...right?
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