What kid needs a fridge for their art when they have an uncle’s head?

Whenever I spend time with my children, I wonder, “Is this what I am going to be like when I’m a grandfather?”

My daughter, Madeline, will turn 19 at the end of the month and is much older than her cousins, so perhaps that is why the question occurs to me as it does.

Earlier this month, Valerie and I visited my in-laws to attend our niece Millie’s first-ever birthday party. Millie is 3, but her first birthday occurred at the start of the COVID-19 pandemic two years ago, so she had never had a party before. Millie got a little tattoo kit as one of her presents from her. No need for alarm: we’re just talking markers here, not needles and ink.

Anyway, my other niece, Nora, 6, asked me if she could put a tattoo on my arm.

“It washes off,” my sister-in-law assured me.

I rolled up my sleeve, and Nora went to work, inking a blue heart on my right bicep, which I am sure plenty of 50-year-old guys get when they report to the local tattoo parlor. Nora added a sad face above her heart.

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