you might be a redneck...

This evening I was listening to my kids play with legos while folding laundry and waiting for Daddy to get home. The boys were making army guys, Tessa was building a house and I'm daydreaming about jewelry (and a maid).


Then Caleb says something in his army-guy-talking-voice that captures my attention and I snap back to reality: "Hey there, I'm a redneck."


"What did you say?" I ask immediately. This isn't normal vocabulary in our house and I begin wondering who he heard it from.


"My army guy," Caleb replies. "He's a redneck."


Then he shows me this:



Ahhh, I see. So he is a redneck.