The Tattoo Artist is Back...
I was working on my school blog (while the Bigs made cards for their Nana's birthday-with markers-) when the Goose joined me. He was asking me if I wanted to see his "Tats" and I have to admit, I thought at first that this was just one of those times when I had no idea what he was trying to say... (For years Z's language sounded like a garbled mess to me- understandable only to his bigger sibs). He repeated himself again, "No mom, do you want a tat? Do you want to see my tats? I could give you one..." And seeing the marker in his hand I suddenly had a flashback to a Sunday long ago when my little darling became a tattoo artist in church. Upon further investigation, I learned that I was understanding my little Z perfectly well and that he was just talking slang for the word, "Tattoo". I can't wait to see what he looks like when he's 18. Until then, all his 'Tat's will be washable markers (I'm off to hide the Sharpies r...