Thing 2’s birthday is coming up on Wednesday. She turns 17…not sure where the time went. Yesterday her and I went out to the mall, and I ended up letting her get a tattoo.
I can hear it already. Oh my gawd! What parent lets their minor child get a tattoo?
Hold on to your underpants. It’s not permanent. Even though she’s begged me to let her get an actual tattoo, I’ve told her repeatedly she’s simply going to have to wait until she’s 18. This way, when she’s older and possibly decides she doesn’t like it, she only has herself to blame for it. Not that I have anything against tattoos. Heck, I’ve got one myself. But, seeing as how a tattoo is a lifelong commitment…well… she needs to be old enough to make that commitment on her own.
So, here she is, getting a henna tattoo.
And the finished product:
Tuesday her boyfriend is taking her out to dinner. I believe Wednesday she’ll be with her dad. Thursday I’ll take her out, and then Friday I’m taking her, Thing 3, and my niece to Chicago for the day. Then on Saturday, I believe her grandmother is taking her shopping.
Whew! Let’s hear it for week-long birthday celebrations!