Like clockwork, Carly dropped Carter off this morning at 6:30 a.m. He was still in his pajamas and wrapped in a blanket. He crawled in my bed and sleepily told me that he had tattoos. I thought maybe he was still remembering some dream that he had. A little later when we were both more alert, I said, "Let's see those tattoos." Let's just say that I'm glad that Carly only purchases waterproof markers. After a nice, long bubble bath we had a nice discussion about why tatoos are not a good thing. It was hard to keep a straight face when I took these photos.
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