last night i got home late. i went into the boys room to kiss them goodnight and much to my surprise my son had a tattoo. well not one but several. he looked like a "hell's angel" as his teacher today described him. he had them everywhere. two on his stomache, two one each arm, and my personal favorite is one on his neck. i am not opposed to tattoos, but this was crazy. he was so excited about them that today at school he lifted his shirt, pulled up his sleeves, and showed his neck to every teacher that would look. oh, such a proud mother am i.