Last week my boss was chasing after her cat and fell off the bottom stairs, crunching her foot. She lives around the corner from me, so once I got wind of it I immediately ran to Kneaders, which is my go-to place for injuries and illnesses. Clara was at my mom's, so Josh and I headed over.
While I was talking to Jackie, her daughter took him upstairs to show him their cats. Jackie's daughter has tattoos all up and down her arms, and was wearing a tank top so Josh could clearly see them. Tonight Jackie told me about a conversation between Josh and her daughter.
Josh: (In a concerned voice) I really like your tattoos, but, did you know that Heavenly Father doesn't want us to have tattoos?
Jackie's Daughter: I know, you are right. You should never get them. Instead you could just use stickers, because they come right off.
Josh: That is a great idea.
Thankfully she thought it was adorable and wasn't offended at all. My sweet little goody-two-shoes almost six year old. I just love him. And what I really love was that he prefaced it with "I really like your tattoos...." like that would soften the blow since she obviously didn't get Heavenly Father's memo about the no tattoo policy.