As we snuggle on the couch, the little Duchess sits up and stares at my shoulder.
D: Mom, what’s dat? (pointing to my shoulder)
Me: A tattoo.
D: A tattoon? Daddy have a tattoon?
Me: Yes, Daddy has a tattoo on his arm too.
D: Oh. Isa tattoon on ya showdur. Brother has a tattoon?
Me: No, brother doesn’t have one. They’re only for grown ups.
D: Oh Ok. Can I have a cookie?
It always ends with a cookie, this time a blue one (see picture to the left).
