It crowd reprise

My two year old daughter and I missed our regular Tuesday Mommy and Me class, so we crashed the Thursday group. The teacher introduced us to a perfectly pedicured posse of women and their toddlers, all festooned in designer garb. Not so much as a grunt in our general direction. Throughout the ordeal only two women spoke to me, and both were dressed as schleppily as I. Where the others learned that the trappings of wealth breed contempt is beyond me. Growing up, the people I knew with real money were always the kindest, most unassuming. The families were always welcoming; none of the moms had jewelry dripping off her, trendy fashion was declasse (well, beyond the vintage Mercedes). Seemed the more they had the less you'd imagine. So with my worn jeans and ratty t-shirts, we must be rolling in it.