I have a sizable bruise on my arm right now. (I banged into a door handle and bruise like a peach.)
And here is the conversation the next day:
Kid: What's that? (Pokes my bruise)
Me: A bruise. And ouch!
Kid: Oh. I thought it was a tattoo.
Me: A tattoo? Of a bruise?
Kid: You never know nowadays, Mrs. Lee. You never know.
Friday, April 19, 2013
Tender Moments
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Haha that sounds exactly like something a stereotypical teenager would think is a good idea. Bruise tattoos and rubber bands shaped like mules (SillyBandz). Both brilliant style choices.
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