Skin art

For the last few months I've been toying with the idea of getting a tattoo. I fluctuate between wanting a crow, a NiN tattoo or a bar code that actually translates to 'stop looking at me' or something like that. I'm actually getting close to going out and doing it. Unfortunately my kids beat me to the punch.

Recently they got little books that had 1001 tattoos or some other freakishly huge amount. We made the mistake this weekend of leaving them with the books unattended for a while. In theory they were watching TV. We don't let them do that very often, and when we do it's a chance to go hide from the monsters. Well, when we saw them next Riley was covered head to toe with very artistic, multicolored skin art. Theo has a bunch of single color black tribal tattoos on his chest and arms. He even has one of those armband ones on his bicep.

She looks like the Tattoo'd Lady at the fair/circus and he looks like a punk rocker, largely because he's as scrawny as I was at his age. Luckily we caught Riley before she managed to get them on her face--but that was clearly on her list of things to do.

I'm hoping that they don't decided to go for piercings...at least not until I've gotten mine...