"You want what? A tattoo? Honey, you're barely nine. I'm not letting you get one of those as long as you're in my care," Stephanie laughs in amusement, tickling your stomach playfully as you sit on her lap. This isn't the first time you've asked her to get you a tattoo. All your friends think tattoos look cool. Your dad has one on his arm. Why can't you have one too?

Stephanie laughs at the scrunched up expression on your face as she pinches the tip of your nose softly. You're too adorable in this grumpy state of yours, she thinks. As much as she knows how disappointed you are at her refusal, she won't let you get a tattoo any time soon.