The most interesting, and in depth, conversations that I have with my now 7 year old son, Gavin, tend to happen during the morning drive to the babysitter's house. This morning's conversation was no exception.
We pass a local tattoo shop every morning, and apparently this morning was the first time that Gavin has really taken notice of it.
"Mom? They have a whole store just for tattoos?"
Keeping in mind that Gavin's only exposure to tattoos has been the "temporary" kind, I asked him if he knew what a tattoo was.
He said he did, and described the procedure of applying a stick-on tattoo. (I can only imagine that Gavin had pictured a store with rows upon rows of stick-on tattoos)
I then explained the ins and outs of the words "temporary" and "permanent" and then went on to describe what a real tattoo is...right down to the needles in a tattoo machine.
He was floored.
We then discussed the pain issue, and then why someone would want or not want a tattoo.
He has decided that he thinks tattoos are neat...but isn't sure that he wants one because he might change his mind after getting one done.
It was funny to watch his mind work on this subject...permanent was a bit hard for him to grasp completely. He compared it to a baby getting a tattoo and still having it when it had grown up.
I said "Yes...but you're not allowed to tattoo a baby".
I told him that there was a way to remove a tattoo, but that it was expensive and painful.
He was floored when I told him that it was done with a laser.
(I can only imagine that he then pictured a huge laser beam removing the tattoo...lol)
He asked "How bad does it hurt to remove a tattoo?"I told him that I didn't know but that I heard that it could be pretty painful.
"Does it hurt more than hating Jesus?"
I replied "No baby. Nothing hurts more than hating Jesus."
And that's what makes our car rides so special.
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