Mama... Don't let your babies grow up to be... adults. :-)
OK... Ian (my oldest) just turned 18 last week. And to commemorate that event, he went out and did something he's been thinking about for over two years...
He got a tattoo...
Yes, an honest-to-goodness permanent tattoo in a tattoo parlor and all.
This whole incident was interesting in our household. My wife was really against it. She wouldn't forbid it (he *is* an adult now), but she was hoping he'd somehow not get around to it. Cam, his brother, thinks it's cool, if a little large. Then there's Dad (that would be me). I've got a phobia about needles. As in I come close to passing out when dealing with them. How cool for the father of an insulin-dependent diabetic! :-) So, I wouldn't/couldn't do a tattoo. But I supported his right to get it. I was also impressed with the fact that the design does have symbolic meaning for him, and he thought it through.
The funny part has been watching Ian go through the healing process. He's been in quite a bit of pain over the last few days. He's threatened to remove certain, um..., "body parts" if anyone touches his arm. We went to a soccer game the other evening, and someone there doesn't know how close they came to getting decked. The guy saw Ian's baseball cap and said something like "Great team!" as they popped him on the shoulder. Fortunate for all involved, it was the *other* shoulder.
So... for all of you with young children... See what you have to look forward to? :-)