He stared at the pack of rub-on tattoos off an on all morning. After his nap this afternoon, he brought them over to me and said, "Mom, would you put a tattoo on me? I'm ready."
I had a hard time not laughing because he was so serious. It's like he had put a lot of thought into this thing that would go on his arm and last for a few days.
"Of course I will," I told him, and we headed into the kitchen.
They come on sheets, so I cut out the one he wanted, then put it design-side down on his arm. I rubbed a wet papertowel over the top as we counted off 30 seconds. Then I carefully peeled off the backing paper. And my boy got a HUGE grin on his face.
"Check it out, Mom!" he said. "It ... is ... SOOOOO ... cool!"
Here's my boy's new tattoo:
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| There's a glare on it, but it's Spider-Man striking a pose. |
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