The GNG found some temporary tattoos in our drawer'o'fun today and immediately started scheming about saving them and giving them to her friends next time she saw them. (!) She did, however, want one. So after I utterly failed at applying it and ruined it (that clear plastic stuff has to come off? Whaaa...?) and she graciously forgave me, we chose another and met success with that endeavor. Because I went to William & Mary, folks.
But anyway, she was reflecting on the magic of tattoos later and asked, "Is a tattoo a kind of paper?"
I told her that I didn't think it was, it was more like a kind of paint. Temporary tattoos, anyway. That real ones, like mine, are different. They use ink like from a pen (don't judge my explanations, I fudge things as I go with parenting).
GNG: "How do they put it on?"
Me: "They stick it in your skin with a needle."
GNG: ::the most wide-eyed look you have ever seen a 4-year-old give::
GNG: "I might need to wait until I'm a grownup to do that one. Or maybe never."
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