She’s an old soul in a girl’s body.
Devyn and I were discussing my tattoos today during lunch. (Yes, I have two tattoos. Someday I’ll tell you about them and why they mean so much to me!) She was asking questions and I was answering them as candidly as possible.
“I don’t want any tattoos when I get older,” she told me.
I smiled inside where she couldn’t see it. I’ve quickly learned that saying never as a child just comes back to bite you when you’re an adult.
“That’s fine, Devyn. You should never get a tattoo unless you’re 100% sure you want it forever.” I told her.
“Forever?! It doesn’t go away? Even when you’re old?” She was shocked.
“Never, ever,” I told her. “Even when I’m old, I’ll still have my tattoos.”
She paused for a minute.
“I don’t think you’re going to like them when you’re old.”
Bahahaha. Oh child, that one sentence explains so much about our relationship, and why I often wonder who is parenting whom.