My Husband Told Me to Remove the Tattoo My Granddaughter Drew for Me — Days Later, I Learned Why He Really Hated It

idea occurred to me.

“You know what I’m thinking?”

Conrad looked over.

“That sentence usually costs money.”

I laughed.

“I might get this tattooed.”

He blinked.

“What?”

“Not the whole sheet, obviously. Just the drawing and the words. Small.”

I touched the inside of my forearm.

“Maybe here.”

Conrad looked at the picture, then at my arm.

For a second, I expected continue reading …