after family dinner the other night, i was sitting on the couch with my niece when she came up with one of her zingers.
CC: why do you have a stamp on your leg? (referring to my tattoo)
me: that's not a stamp, peanut. that's a tattoo. your daddy has one too.
CC: (points to her forearm) i had a stamp. but it washed off. (sad face)
me: yeah, this one is on forever and ever.
CC: (cheekily) that's cuz you must have paid for it.
she's a lil' smart aleck, that one.