I was driving Mini-Me home from a Saturday matinee showing of Rango, when I noticed that we were driving past the tattoo shop.
“Hey, Mini-Me…. you wanna help me pick out a tattoo?”
“Really? I can pick out something, and you’ll get it?”
So, with that, we parked and entered the store.
I have to admit I was a bit nervous after making my promise to the wee one. I never break my promises to him, but it was going to be rough getting changed at the gym if I took my shirt off sporting a huge Spongebob tattoo on my chest.
Thankfully, I had read all the great suggestions you guys had given me 2 weeks ago, and although I thought more than a few of them were aces, I decided to go with the idea that my two sex slaves Diva and Evil Twin’s Wife came up with….. namely, to get a tattoo with my son’s astrological sign.
Other than THAT general idea, I had no idea what I wanted exactly. So, Mini-Me and myself started the long process of leafing through about 1,000 pages of tats, looking for something that struck our fancy. I must say, it was quite cute seeing my little 8 year old in a tattoo parlor. We got more than a few curious stares, like people thought we were picking out something for HIM…
Anyway, after sitting there for about 30 minutes, I turned one particular page and instantly knew that I had found what I was looking for.
Mini-Me had wanted to stay and watch, but after declaring quite loudly to the room that “he had to go poop!”, I decided it might be smarter to take him home and come back solo.
1 hour later, and the deed was done…..
Here’s a close-up.
In the end, I’m quite happy with it, and I was glad that they could add Mini-Me’s name inside the heart.
Now, the only thing I’m worried about is the possibility of ever going to prison.
Somehow, I don’t think having another dude’s name on your arm is the best way to start one’s prison life.