I salute you, Walmart mom. You have on a sweatshirt and Crocs with polka dot socks, while one of your kids has on a pair of shorts - no shoes, no shirt. His diaper is hanging out and he's almost 5. Not to mention your other kid, who is in a diaper and sucking on your keys, which you just picked up off the parking lot.
You manage to yell at your kids, your cell phone and the people in the aisle, all while grabbing for a carton of smokes and a can of lil' smokies.
You shuffle through in your slippers, muffin top for all to see, while your baby hangs precariously out of the shopping cart. You all are the epitome of style, with your matching mullets.
Walmart mom, I salute you.
