Each Saturday morning at the conclusion of Linc's super fun gymnastics class, the kids all line up at the end of the mat and get stamps on their hands and feet. They say things like "Good Work" or "Super", or they may be a picture of an ice cream cone or frog. You get the picture right? Lincoln (and all the kids) love the stamps, and he talks about them all day. Beau, Lincoln and I ran to Central Market to visit the butcher on Sunday afternoon. Lincoln was excited to order our pork butt! He was looking around while we waited for our turn and all of a sudden got excited. He said, "She got lots of stamps, Mommy!" I turned to see a woman with TONS of tattoos on her arms and busted out laughing. Is that the funniest thing ever! We almost missed our turn because I was frantically texting Kevin and Allyson with this woman's picture and the story.
(To protect the innocent, I cropped the picture to cut off most of this highly-decorated woman's face. She sure provided us a Sunday highlight!)
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Love it!!
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