This is my son’s arm.
This is the tattoo I made for my son’s arm.
The tattoo was fun to create, and it was even more fun to see Isaac’s face when I showed him the end result.
But the fun was all in the fantasy.
Isaac is only 15. He’s not a fan of needles (and that is an understatement). And he is not a mama’s boy. He wouldn’t even let me draw on his arm with Sharpies. I had to draw this tattoo on a photo.
So this fantasy is not likely to ever become reality. And that’s okay. Totally.