Fresh Ink. My left arm wrapped in barbed wire. Yes, a tattoo. I could barely believe it myself. I am not in pain, thankfully. And, my husband is very ecstatic. A little tramp stamp on his wife. The kids were adversely taken back. No surprise here. Especially my Maddie. She is appalled that her strict as nails Mother (who doesn't allow pieced ears or a cell phone on those ears) would be so trashy to get a tattoo. What kind of double standard have we started here? All I could come back with was..."Hey, when you are over 40, you can do as you like with your body." This didn't go over though. Even Max was upset, after all...he gels his hair in a "faux-hawk" and thinks Skinny Pants are in his future. He's nine! I still dress him in GAP and Old Navy. No Skinny Pants allowed. Ever.
Back to the Tat. We spent the evening trying to explain...defend...JUSTIFY the ink. Tony was worn down and decided to do the most fatherly thing...he let the kids get a tattoo! Maddie came out with a purple and black flower on the inside of her forearm. Max got a FOX logo emblazed in "fireflame" orange and black.
Yep, "tats how we roll" folks.
**(They'll fade in about a week, depending on how many baths and showers are taken!)
1 comment:
I suppose it's a lot easier for the kids to accept the ink when they have never known mommy to be without it. In fact, one of mine was noticed so early on that we had to explain that a tattoo was "a picture that doesn't come off". I guess that's a little different from yours!
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