White Trash

So apparently I am "white trash" I love it that a person that I have met once and have welcomed into my home has labelled me "white trash". This coming from the fact that I am having a birthday party for my child that is turning 1. He went off about how I can probably not even afford it and I should not even be celebrating her birthday because she will not remember it anyway. First of all I can afford this party. After looking at having an "Under the Sea" party at the aquarium and REALLY not being able to afford it I realized wait this is a party for her brothers and sisters more than her. What can I do that is cheap but they will enjoy. SWIMMING! So I can decorate the room myself and use it how I want to use it. 15 bucks isn't so bad for an hourly rate to have a private room and the kids can jump off the diving boards. But because according to some guy who has met me once I live pay check to paycheck and can't even afford the private room. Well last time I checked I was just fine financially and you sir are the one with rusty cars in you front yard.