It was our eldest son’s 21st birthday, and our family had gathered for a celebration. Before dinner, we were sitting in the living room when Hunter pulled up his sleeve, proudly displaying a motorcycle tattoo on his forearm, a gift from his roommate (who I plan to give a pony!)
In a not-so-great moment of fatherhood, I blurted out, “Please tell me that is a henna tattoo.” It was not.