On Mommy’s tattoo: Grammy made me do it. No, seriously! It was not an act of rebellion, or self-expression or impulsivity one night with friends. Nope…it was a trip to Florida with my Mom (your Grammy) when I was 27 years old. She thought it would be fun to bond over tattoos on our girls’ trip. She had to work very hard to talk me into it! It’s a special memory, so therefore I don’t regret my tattoo. (That, and the fact that I got it in a spot I can hide!)
On that tiny hole in Daddy’s earlobe: Your Dad got his ear pierced! I think he was in college…or maybe it was after college when he was living in Chicago with his buddies? Not certain, but let’s say it was in college…because then we can blame it on peer pressure. So he was in college, and spontaneously decided to do something “cool”. He only wore the earring for about a week, and yet the scarred hole remains in his ear as a permanent reminder that he was once cool. For about a week.
On Mommy’s first kiss: I was 17. Some would call me a late bloomer, but the point is, I wasn’t in 5th grade or something and way too young to be getting involved with boys! (I can neither confirm nor deny that Daddy paid me to say this to you in an effort to keep you single through your adolescence!)
On Daddy’s first kiss: Clearly this is not as big a deal for boys, because your Dad barely remembers the details. It happened at Camp Webb, in Wisconsin. He thinks her name was Jill, and he knows she was “the hottest girl at the camp.” She ditched him for another guy before the end of the week.
On those 2 skateboards in the garage: Ask your Dad about these, and his response will be “Skate or die, dude!” Your Dad was totally into skateboarding as a teenager. And he says he was pretty awesome at it. We’ll never know, because I suspect he has lost his “skillz” by now.