Redneck Potential

It's the running joke in our family that my husband is a redneck and has redneck friends. My husband never met a redneck sport he didn't like...fishing, deer hunting, duck hunting, toilet seat horseshoes, you name it (just kidding on that last one). When he gets home we watch nature survival shows and on Sunday we get to watch the fishing channel.

It's long been discussed that our spawn would have no choice but to succumb to the redneck gene. Before we knew if we were having a boy or girl, Grandma bought our baby these shoes:

When Everett was born, I had no idea how true those discussions would become. He was even born with a baby mullet. Sure, both of his parents grew up in the 9-0-9 but c'mon! Are our genes mutating? He's all business in the front, and all party in the back.

So my husband goes to Bass Pro Shops and comes home with this onsie. Lord have mercy!

Next thing you know, Everett will be hanging out with these kids:

And wanting this bedroom set:

Guess I better learn to like country music.