The conversation always goes a little something like this:
Small impressionable child: Ms. Marie? What's THAT?!?! (points to my wrist)
Ms. Marie: That's a tattoo.
Small impressionable child: Why did you draw on yourself?
Ms. Marie: I didn't. A special kind of doctor put it on me. Tattoos can only go on grownups.
Small impressionable child: (rubbing my tattoo furiously) IT'S NOT COMING OFF!
Ms. Marie: It doesn't come off. It's there forever.
Small impressionable child: He made it with a marker?
Ms. Marie: He didn't use a marker. We never write with markers on our bodies, do we?
Small impressionable child: **solemnly shakes head**
Ms. Marie: Markers are for paper.
Small impressionable child: **solemnly nods head**
Ms. Marie:
Small impressionable child:
Ms. Marie:
Small impressionable child:
Ms. Marie: Give me the marker please.
I like to think I'm expanding their horizons.
~M
2 comments:
I am going to have to take issue with "special kind of doctor". Ms. Marie, that's who REMOVES tattoos. see you and your tattoos soon!
I admit that "doctor" is a stretch ... but I couldn't very well say "I got this from a man named Harry in the back room of "Harry's Tattoo World!" :)
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