the pieces of my life

Pie: Why do you have a stamp on you?
Me: It's not a stamp; it's called a tattoo. It doesn't come off like a stamp.
Pie: Can I have a tattoo?
Me: You have to be eighteen to get a tattoo. When you turn eighteen you can get one.
Pie: When I turn eighteen, will you take me to get a tattoo?
Me: Sure! I'd be happy to take you. What kind of tattoo will you get?
Pie: A flower. No, a piggy!
Me: Okay. A piggy it is.
Pie: How do you get a tattoo?
Me: They use a needle to make the picture.
Pie: They stick you with needles?
Me: Yep.
Pie: Oh. Maybe I won't get a tattoo.
Me: That's fine, too.

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