On our family trip to Hawaii my children discovered tattoos. Since we spent a lot of time on the beach we saw them everywhere, and not one was missed by my clever four-year-old who quickly pointed each one out, exclaiming "look mom, that one is ABC's!," or "wow, that guy has a girl on his arm." The fascination turned obsession after visiting the Polynesian Cultural Center where Cleo got a couple of fake tattoos that she was enormously proud of. She refused to bathe for a couple of days, and only relented when we adequately documented her body art with a dozen or more photos. Finally, on the last day of her trip she proclaimed that she too wanted a tattoo. I explained to her that needles are used to put tattoos on people and hurt a lot. She was shocked, and quickly decided that she really didn't need one.
3 comments:
I can totally see you in Clio. She is gorgeous just like her momma.
I just tried to call you, but I think you lost your phone. :(
I'll try tomorrow.
That's one tough looking kiddo! She could really set up a preschool crime ring with those kind of tats!
It looks like some Celtic cross tattoos. Nonetheless they look lovely. :)
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