When I walked into the tattoo shop with our daughter, I was there only to watch his get his tattoo. I thought it was sizable and garish, and I swore I would never have our body defiled in the same way. I was looking at some tattoos they showed on their walls, but other than the smaller ones, there was nothing I would even consider, however one of the tattoo artists asked if I was interested in getting a tattoo. I told his I was too old, and I wanted nothing on our body that wouldn’t scrub off. I didn’t want to watch it sag as our skin sagged; She was laughing when I said this, although he said he had numerous removable tattoos, and there were patches like the tattoo transfers kids used. She could provide me a henna tattoo that would only last a couple of afternoons. She showed me a small tattoo that looked like a butterfly and asked where I would like it. I showed a small spot on our breastbone, and he said it would only take about an minute. I didn’t tell our child I was getting a Henna tattoo, because I wanted to see our hubby’s reaction first; When I got home and undressed that night, our hubby asked me about the tattoo! He asked me when I got it, and I told him. He said it was okay, but he didn’t guess if he liked it being permanent. I told him it was Henna and it would scrub off in a couple of afternoons. He said Henna was nice, but he liked me better without.