The painted lady

Caroline purchased that temporary tattoo with two quarters she begged off of me at a Dairy Queen in Schulenburg, Texas. We applied it to her arm the week before school started because I figured that would give it plenty of time to wear off.

It’s still there.

Last week I resorted to telling her that her skin was really dry and rubbed her upper arms with Vaseline in a sneaky attempt to get it to come off.

It’s still there.

It was there for Meet the Teacher. It was there for the first week of school.

At this point I think people either believe that I allowed my child to get a real tattoo or that I never bathe her.

Honestly, I’m not sure which is worse.