What Happens When Your Kids See Your New Tattoo
After years of itching to get another tattoo, I finally got around to it today. I was reminded of how strange a feeling it is to be jabbed with a motorized needle until you curse yet still be ticklish on the sides of your ribcage!
So, anyway, it's done and I love it. After the bandage came off, Baby Duck said she thought it was very pretty. She was concerned that when I went to go wash it, I was actually going to wash it off. Now, this is not my only tattoo, so I was really somewhat surprised that the permanence factor hadn't registered for her... although this is the first time she has ever seen me add a new one (the rest of my work predates my Mommy years).
Later, as I was sprawled out on my bed with my shirt pulled up off my back so it wouldn't stick to the A&D, she came in with her magic wand and a small pot of lotion. Apparently it was time to play "Tattoo Person". I think my husband questions my parenting skills just for a split second when this kind of thing occurs, but I figure it's more realistic than Superhero, right? So I let her pretend to draw on the not-screaming-red portion of my back. I must say it was totally relaxing! I almost went to sleep! I like this new game.
Then Ladybug came in. She had already tried to poke at the shiny ink a couple of times, but I was unprepared for what happened next: in my semi-catatonic state I failed to realize the enthusiasm with which she was climbing on my bed until she had already landed on my back and started smacking me with glee. Hooray! I've reached the forbidden fruit! Now I have to go after it as quickly as I can before the opportunity is lost! The inhuman noise I made at that attack caused my husband to call out from down the hall out of concern for my safety. I think I heard him faintly snickering when he realized what the infraction was. Can't say I fault him for that. Were the roles reversed, I probably would have laughed out loud-- and maybe even taken pictures.
Now I just need this sucker to heal up so I can get back in the chair...
CL
So, anyway, it's done and I love it. After the bandage came off, Baby Duck said she thought it was very pretty. She was concerned that when I went to go wash it, I was actually going to wash it off. Now, this is not my only tattoo, so I was really somewhat surprised that the permanence factor hadn't registered for her... although this is the first time she has ever seen me add a new one (the rest of my work predates my Mommy years).
Later, as I was sprawled out on my bed with my shirt pulled up off my back so it wouldn't stick to the A&D, she came in with her magic wand and a small pot of lotion. Apparently it was time to play "Tattoo Person". I think my husband questions my parenting skills just for a split second when this kind of thing occurs, but I figure it's more realistic than Superhero, right? So I let her pretend to draw on the not-screaming-red portion of my back. I must say it was totally relaxing! I almost went to sleep! I like this new game.
Then Ladybug came in. She had already tried to poke at the shiny ink a couple of times, but I was unprepared for what happened next: in my semi-catatonic state I failed to realize the enthusiasm with which she was climbing on my bed until she had already landed on my back and started smacking me with glee. Hooray! I've reached the forbidden fruit! Now I have to go after it as quickly as I can before the opportunity is lost! The inhuman noise I made at that attack caused my husband to call out from down the hall out of concern for my safety. I think I heard him faintly snickering when he realized what the infraction was. Can't say I fault him for that. Were the roles reversed, I probably would have laughed out loud-- and maybe even taken pictures.
Now I just need this sucker to heal up so I can get back in the chair...
CL
So here's the difference between you and me: When I saw your status update on Facebook yesterday about 'new ink' my first thought was, "Oh, I just got new gel pens, too, and I love them!" And then I realized what you actually meant, leaving me feeling pretty lame. Because I get excited about buying pens with just the right ink consistency for writing to-do lists on which I draw little boxes for my checkmarks as I complete tasks ... hence the lameness.
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