Tuesday, October 28, 2008

the taste of tattoos


My Dad thinks I'm going to be a wunderkind who is able to read and write at 12 months and who will be enrolled in calculus in 3rd grade at the latest. So he got this tattoo with my name on it to help me practice my writing. I can't really hold a pencil well enough yet, so he has me practicing my name one letter at a time with my tongue. I trace the letters on his arm and am getting pretty good. If someone covered a table with whipped cream, I'm pretty sure that I could lick out a pretty good version of my first name.

2 comments:

Tami G. said...

mmmm. delicious!
he is so adorable.
(i'm talking about the little one)
:)

Anonymous said...

your getting the poison into his blood young! :)

DV