"Hey, honey! We should totally buy Jakes a Suns jersey!"
With the kids huddled on my lap trying to keep their heavy lids raised, we watched the big showdown between Shaq and our Phoenix Suns and the big, bad L.A. Lakers late last night.
Jacob perked up at the thought of him looking like a real bad boy b-ball player.
"Yeah, yeah! And then, I got to write on myself like he write on hisself!"
Wow. I had no idea tattoos looked so desirable to my little man. Although we know it's a long shot to dream of seeing our boy's name on the roster of an NBA team, his own desire for a tattoos is nothing more than a pipe dream.
Unless, of course, he should choose to inscribe a sweet heart and "I Love Mom" on his upper arm.
I think that's more than a fair request considering I've documented my love for my children and husband through body art.
Next time we meet I'll show you.
The artistry of graceful squiggles and lines just below my belly button in the most beautiful shades of silver and purple.
