tattoos

My Mom and Aunt are in town for the week and we had this great idea to get matching tattoos! I'm all full of embarrassing ink already, so why not? As we were discussing what tattoo to get, my mom reminded me of this funny story from when I was a little girl. It was Mushroom Fest weekend...and for those of you who are unfamiliar...my hometown has a yearly festival with carnival rides and activities and parades, all to honor the Morel Mushroom...and if you've never heard of it, you're unlucky, because they are delicious. They only grow for a few short weeks out the year, and they sell for like $50/lb. Anyway, moving on... so my Mom said I was being a little 5 year old Diva or something...and I pitched a fit about not having my way. So I stood on the sidewalk pouting, with my hand on my hip. Cindy (Mom, sometimes I like to refer to her as Cindy for fun) asked me what I wanted...or what could make me happy. I told her I wanted 'tay-toes...sounds like potatoes. She had not a clue what I was talking about and asked "well like french fries?" And I annoyingly said "no Mom! 'TAY-TOES!" and pointed to the little tattoo shack on wheels parked on the other side of the street. I haven't the slightest idea what I thought was in the tattoo shack, but I'll tell ya what! I'm pretty proud of myself for being 5 years old and being able to sound it out.