I’ve been considering a new tattoo and have been wearing a temporary version of the design to see if I like it.
To show how much HE likes it, Moonie drew his own tat to match mine.
“Look! Now we’re twins!” he shouted, climbing up onto my wrist.
“Um, Moonie, isn’t that permanent marker?” I asked, worried.
He smiled. “But the fraternal kind of twins, ’cause you’re taller!”