Ahh, out of the mouths of babes.
Went to the Shedd Aquarium today. It was a nice day, and I'm exhausted. Anyway, when we left, we were sitting out on the front steps deciding what to do next. A grandma type lady said excuse me and tried to get past my husband so she could hold the hand rail on her way down the stairs. We all moved over, except Belly, who walked up to her and said, "Your old, right?"
I was so embarrassed. I quickly corrected him and apologized to her. She laughed it off (the kind soul) and leaned down and said to him, "Yes, I am old. It's okay, I don't mind you saying it. When you're my age, it doesn't bother you!"
Now that summer is here and I'm rockin the sleeveless shirts, I get constant questions about my tattoos. It's like I'm a walking advertisement for my tattoo artist/shop. So, I think from now on, every time I tell someone who did my work, I'm going to charge the shop $3.