Two felt tip tattoos, one on each forearm, spreading down to the hands and the fingers in red and green. One a rat, one an “Indian pattern.” (No idea where that came from, but not India.) I’ve scrubbed and scrubbed at them and they won’t budge, like a stubborn club stamp on a Sunday night.
“We really need to try and get rid of the tattoos,” I said, “I’m not sending you to school looking like that.”
“I’ve got an idea.”
“Just don’t send me to school.”