Yes, my niece pointed out my tramp stamp.
Now, while I dislike my bad tattoo I don't regret it, because it reminds me of how stupid I once was; A time when I had no foresight and laughed in the face of consequence. But this is not my child, and she's 5, so I did the responsible thing and told her it was a tattoo, and she should never get one because it doesn't come off.
She was having a hard time grasping it's permanence, and why that could be a problem. So without thinking, this analogy came out of my mouth:
Me: "You know when you like quesadillas one day, but the next day you don't really like them?
Her: "Yeah"
Me: "Well... getting a tattoo is like having a quesadilla every single day for the rest of your life, whether you like it or not."
This surprisingly seemed to satisfy her. Immediately after it came out of my mouth I realized - this is the kind of parent I am. The kind that likens tattoos to quesadillas.
I can't decide if I'm shambles or a frickin' genius.
Genius for sure!! Slow clapping going on over here
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