I had a friend in So Cal who was a native Texan, and was very fond of saying "It's hard to be tacky in Texas". I always thought it was so funny. Unfortunately, now I know exactly what she meant. Flashback to a couple of weeks ago. We were on day 4 of Grant's 9 day shopping trip in Europe - let's just say I don't play single mom very well. I decided to take the boys to the zoo to help pass the time until daddy returned.
We were at the zoo about 20 minutes before Griffin looked like this:

The boys had such a great time playing in this little stream, but every time Griffy squatted down to get a closer look his shorts would get wet.



In the past, I would have made my way to the nearest gift shop to find something for Griffy to wear. Instead, I used my stroller as a clothes line and threw the shorts on top. Maybe I was too hot and sweaty to notice, but I don't recall any evil looks directed towards me and my half naked child with a saggy diaper. Tacky or not, we enjoyed the rest of the day at the zoo.


