A rose by any other name...

My daughter's classmate came up to me while I was talking to my daughter and she saw my tattoos.

"B, what's that?" She asked my daughter while pointing to my tatts.

"Tattoos." my daughter responded, nonchalantly.

"Why does your mom have them?" Uh..hello? I'm in the room, right in front of you?

My daughter looks at her, dead pan and said "They're art."

The kid looks at me and my tattoos. Then she reached out and tried her very best to erase them. I couldn't hold back my laughter. She finally looks at me and says "What do I call you?"

I smiled. "Well, use B's name and add a Ms. or Mrs. to that."

She nodded vigorously and said "Mrs. B's Mother, why won't the drawing erase?"

I chuckled. "Because it's permanent. You know what permanent is?" She shook her head. " It means it won't come off anymore"

She looked aghast and said "Your mommy let you write on your skin permanent?!"

I couldn't stop laughing. My daughter's eyes couldn't stop rolling.

Yeah...all in all, it was a good day.