This is my husband David. He has many many talents. His talent which impresses me the most is his ability to nap. Minutes before this photo was taken he was chatting. I left the room for a minute and when I came back he was snoring.
This is Sophie. She is one of our pugs. As soon as she heard David snoring she knew that she needed to get her nap on too.
My children have not inherited the ability to effortlessly fall asleep.
At dinner David mentioned that he was thinking about growing out his hair. Rebecca and Lily think that this is a ridiculous idea. David is folically challenged. After ceding that maybe growing out his hair isn't going to work, he considered getting a nose ring. The children hated this idea. "Too embarrassing!", they cried.
That's when he mentioned the tattoo. After his other ideas the tattoo seemed almost reasonable. The children quickly began suggesting tattoos. Lily felt that a skull and crossbones on his forehead would be perfect. David then drew a picture of a tattoo that he was considering. It featured the letters "S", "R" and "L", in a design reminiscent of the symbol for eternity. It was then that things began to get silly.
David, my husband, father of my children, told the children how funny it would be to have a "W" tattooed on each butt cheek. Gentle reader, I won't quote what came next, but the point of this tattoo is that under certain rude circumstances, the tattoo would spell "WoW".
I'll let you digest that for a moment. I am so sorry.
As you can imagine, the children nearly piddled themselves laughing. Then Lily felt it necessary to draw a picture of what such a tattoo might look like.
Butts are pretty much the punchline to every joke we tell.
