This Evening’s Dinner Conversation
Chris: “Kyra, you got purple marker on your face.”
Kyra: “That’s my tatoo.”
Chris: “Your tatoo?”
Kyra: “Yes, Daddy. I want a real tatoo on my nankle.” (nankle = 3 yr old’s ankle)
Chris: “You want a tatoo like Malachi?”
Kyra: “No. I want a girl tatoo.”
Chris: “Girl’s don’t get tatoos.”
Kyra: “Uh huh, Daddy. Misty has a tatoo on her nankle.”
Me: “You can’t have a tatoo, Kyra.”
Kyra: “Why?
Me: “The Bible says we shouldn’t get a tatoo. God doesn’t like them.”
Kyra: “Why?”
Me: “He just doesn’t.”
Kyra: “But I want a tatoo on my nankle.”
Me: “Well, if you still want one when you are 57, you can have one.”
Kyra: “No, Mommy. I want one now.”
Me: “Well, people can’t give three year olds tatoos. It’s against the law.”
Chris: “Yeah. They would go to jail if they gave you a tatoo.”
Kyra: “But I want a tatoo on my nankle. You hurt my feelings!”
Me: “I’m sorry, but you can’t have one. Eat your salad.”
Kyra: “I don’t want to. That cucumber hurt my feelings. And you made me sad, Mommy, because you told me no tatoo.”
Somehow, I thought this conversation would happen much, much later in my daughter’s life.
