At the politics department picnic, they set up a moon bounce for the kids….and, of couse, the grad students. Three of us “kids” wanted to go on, but the rule was only two adults at a time, so I boon-bounced with TJ*, a 6-yr-old child of a faculty member. Once inside, I remember that I had my rubber RSI ball on me, so we started throwing that around and wrestling for it. After our time in the moon bounce was up, TJ wanted to go again, but we had to wait for the next group to have their turn. The following conversation ensued.
TJ: You should get a tatoo!
Me: Um…ok.
[We walk over the fake tatoo station.]
TJ: Get the pirate one!
Me: Ok.
TJ: Put it on your forehead.
Me: …okay.
(I’m not a sucker for kids at all! /sarcasm) Thus I walked around with a pirate on my forehead for the rest of the day. I received some distressingly weird looks at the D-Bar later last night; I miss MIT, where no one would have batted an eye.
*name changed so I don’t violate any Internet laws.