West Meets East

Tattoo's and Giggles

It's about 6am and I hear children giggling from both sides of my bed. I can tell they are crouched down and before I have time to think or move, I hear "GO!" and up they come both slapping tattoos on my arms at the same time and then unison counting to ten as they hold them down and in place before removing the backs to reveal their handiwork. Yes. . . donning 2 butterfly tattoos today and can't help but giggle every time I look at them.

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