I have a very talented daughter who is a tattoo artist. We live in Jersey, she moved and practiced in California. Figuring it would be years until she got home, I in a momentary fit of insanity promised her if she ever got home, she could give me a tat
Six months later, I had a very beautiful tattoo of my late, great, Bassett hound Sam on my arm. A dad has to keep his word.
it didn’t have to be a large one, just that she had to give you one.
for me, it’d be a blue dot. “what’s that?” people would ask. I’d say “the earth from jupiter.”