Without telling me, Wilson snuck out of the house and went up to the top of the high street to the Tattoo Parlour. On his return, he said that the tattoo artist was very nice, and gave him some tattoos without charging him. He then showed me a packet of Temporary Tattoos.
He seems very happy with these, and I'm hoping that his desire for a real tattoo has abated…
I asked W how he'd feel about a pet mouse. He countered with a request for a sheep, pointing out that "it would keep the grass short, and we could knit all our own clothes!"
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