Tuesday, April 11, 2006

A Picture of the Future

Today our youngest daughter, "A", came up to me crying and weeping. She could barely look at me she was crying so hard.

Me: What's wrong?

A: I want a tattoo.

Me: A tattoo? You're crying because you want a tattoo?

A: Yes, and I don't have one.

Me: If you had a tattoo, what would you want one of?

A: A bear.

Me: A bear?

A: A baby bear.

Me: And where would you put this tattoo?

A: On the back of my hand.

Me: And can you explain to me why you want a tattoo?

At this point I had revealed myself as a completely incapable comforter and she just started crying more and wandered away.