My little tattoo

In the middle of lunch today, Delaney just froze in mid bite. I asked what was wrong, and she kept staring straight ahead. I started to get concerned, because it was so sudden and I wasn’t even able to communicate with her.

Then she cracked up and said, “Look mom, I’m a tattoo!”

I asked her what she was doing, and she kept telling me that she was being a tattoo.

I couldn’t figure it out, so we just kept on eating our lunch.

It’s now three hours after that moment, and I just realized what she was doing. She meant to say that she was a STATUE, not a TATTOO!


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