Monday, September 15, 2008

NE Ink

Jack has been obsessed with tattoos since he got a few fake ones that would not go away at a party in August. When I finally wiped them away with baby oil, he cried and cried, asking "Where my tah-ttoooo go?"
He still asks this question from time to time when he sees his arm, and the tats have been gone for at least a month.
A great friend, D.A. (the one who inspired the basement clean up :-), brought some over for Jack and both boys had a blast picking out which they wanted last night. Bart had a blast applying those slippery things and I had a blast taking pictures.
All in all, a good, wholesome family fun night of getting tattoos and watching America's Funniest Videos.
Jack wound up with 6 and Bren picked 2.
Man, it sure is going to be hard to teach these two to choose the right! Nah, they're such babies when it comes to real pain....they'd faint in about five seconds of starting.

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Jenn said...

what an obsession...hehe he'd quickly grow out of it, when he finds out how much pain they are, I'm sure

Lorin and Heather said...

That's my kind of family night!! I love it, they look so hard core in that last picture. Now they just need a Harley and some leather.