Moonie is a badass. He’s been asking for his very own tattoo ever since he spotted mine. He’s been working on the design and everything: a big red heart right on his little bicep. The trouble has been what word to write with it. He’s been going back and forth between “cookies,” “cake,” “Mom” (awww), “flowers,” “rainbows,” and “hugs.”

Like I said, badass.

The other trouble is that Moonie doesn’t like needles. Or pain. So I was thrilled to find a solution yesterday while at the Providence Rock & Roll Yard sale: a henna tattoo!

Moonie was a little nervous, so he watched me get mine first.

He picked it out himself; the moons are for Moonie.

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I’ve been sick lately, which for Moonie has been AWESOME. It meant he got to go to the doctor’s, which means climbing on junglerific potted plants.

In a waiting room piled high with health magazines and brochures about exercising, my little dude managed to flip open the one non-health-related magazine to the one picture of cake. That’s my guy.

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