Anja now wants a tattoo. I shouldn't say now as she has wanted one since I first got one. But today she begged me for one. She wants her name, on her arm. So I gave her one.
Not a real one, calm down. I took washable markers and wrote her name on her arm. Then she wanted her sister's name on her other arm.
The child loves tattoos. She loves temporary tattoos, real tattoos, even stamps on her hand (which she gets at Sunday School every week).
Why do I have the feeling that when she turns eighteen she will celebrate it in a tattoo parlor?
I will probably be right there with her.
Friday, February 5, 2010
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