Although we live in a town that is REALLY big on tattoos, I'm not a fan of anything so permanent. (I can barely stand a Sharpie note on my hand for more than a couple of hours.) But I don't mind a few temporaries for my kiddos.
We were eating T-bones tonight. Towards the end of the meal, Eve says, "That looks like a dog bone." I said, "Yes, that does look like a dog bone." She asks, "Is it a real dog?" I love a 4 year old's logic.