“Bad decisions make good stories.” Maybe… AND depending on who the audience is.
I’ve found that a couple of my bad decisions have come in handy for educating my children on what not to do. However, as I prefer to keep my skeletons in the closet, we’re going to use my friend, Marcy (alias used to protect the somewhat innocent), as today’s example…
Back in college, Marcy and a group of our friends, all decided that tattoos would be a great idea. However, Marcy’s parents would not have agreed, so she got hers on her foot where Mom and Dad weren’t likely to notice it. Over the past 25 or so years, it has blurred due to the constant rubbing of her shoes; though, on the upside, her parents are still oblivious – lol! Her and I have both used it, spicing the event up considerably with pain and blood, to discourage our children from making hasty tattoo decisions. So far, our success rate is 80% - oldest male child decided to ignore the gory warnings… We’ve still got 3 teenage females who don’t seem interested at all and one little guy too young to even think about it. Not bad for this day and age.
Note: My mother threatened to cut off my school finances, so I’m still un-inked. Obviously, her method was more effective than the Adult Truths plan…