Today my 5 year old niece asked me "Auntie, what's that stamp on your back?"
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: