Tats For Tots
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Reenie and I had just picked up Young C from nursery school,
And we were headed to the park.
“Hey, what’s that on your arm? Did somebody dab you with a paint brush?
Or is it a tattoo?”
“What?” And he looks at his arm.
Huge grin.
“It’s blue just like Dad’s!”
Huh.
“Well, Dad’s doesn’t come off. Yours will wash off in the bath.”
Cue whining.
“But I don’t waaaant it to waaash off! I’m not washing my own arm!”
Tattoos.
I thought we might reach four years of age before that became an issue.
Themocracy