...the mice will play. Or so the story goes.
Peter and I were gone just over 24 hours and John went and got a new tattoo. He's been wanting to get Peter's feet tattooed on him since before Peter was born and we kept putting it off. I told him that if he wanted that could be his Xmas present this year. So he decided to get it done while we were gone. Part of his man-cation.
OUCH!!!
2 comments:
The name hurt the most for me
If you end up having another child where will you put it's feet?
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