There was an importunate sense in her voice as she tugged on my shirt and looked up at me. “Mommy,” she whined, “I want a rattoo.”
The statement should have surprised me. It would surprise most parents of a four-year-old girl. But for me, I knew it was just a matter of time before Ash started asking for a tattoo, oh, and piercings, too. B and I knew this day was coming, just not this soon. But as those words escaped her mouth, I wondered how many times over the next 14 or so years that I would hear that sentence. Then I stopped to count how many times I heard it from B over the last 14 or so years.
I looked down at the pleading eyes of my darling little girl, I cupped her cheek gently in my hand and was just about to dispel any illusions that she may be the next in line to get a tattoo – a spot clearly reserved for me – when I saw the Sticker and Temporary Tattoo book she got for Christmas gripped in her hand.
“Absolutely you can have a rattoo. Which one do you want?”
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