Freya was pretending to cut my hair yesterday, when she suggested that I should have a (pretend) tattoo. The short, but fascinating conversation follows, its imagery worth much more than the spoken words:
Freya: you could have a tattoo.
I: OK. What do you have?
Freya: a butterfly?
I: No, thank you.
Freya: a worm?
I: Hmmm, sounds tempting…
Freya: a tent?
Jo and I laugh at Freya’s word-association ability
Freya: an arm?
I reckon the least likely of all the above that I’d choose is a butterfly, but it may be cool to have a worm, tent or a tattoo of an arm on my arm.