Remember when you were a kid and you got temporary tattoos in a box of cracker jacks or in one of those machines at the front of the grocery store? You couldn't wait to get home, get a soaking wet washcloth and plaster that baby on. Then you'd bust out your tank tops and strut around like you were the coolest kid alive. Remember? Well, today Carter got to experience the joys of being cool. Everybody he has seen today has had to look at his tats and if he didn't get the response he was looking for he insisted they look again! "LOOK! LOOK! ATOOZ! ATOOZ!!!" He's even had his shirt sleeves pushed up for lack of tank top!!! He loved it so much that I will probably have a 19 year old son with a full back piece and 2 full sleeves! I don't have a problem with it as long as he doesn't come home looking like the lizard man!
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Look at you, girl! Your new name is "WhizKid". Love it! And Carter's tats rock. He's such a rebel. Kids have been asking about you guys today. Told them we would see you in 2 days. Lions & tigers & bears...oh my!
Matthew and I miss you all..If I had'nt have caught that ol egg it would have just been someone else dear... Better luck next year butter fingers. Can't wait until you come back XoXo
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