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.