So The Ex called me shortly before the holidays, frantic, asking if I had talked to my son lately. One part of me was expecting some catastrophic news that he'd lost his scholarship, or that he wasn't coming home for Christmas, or that It-That-Must-Not-Be-Named occurred with some girl, but the more rational part of me knew that it was going to be some irrelevant bullshit. This man called urgently interrupting my work day to tell me......
My son is planning on getting a tattoo.
Now, this isn't new news to me, as my son has been begging...
