Daddy! [hops onto his bed excitedly] Lookie! [tugs up her sleeve to show an upside down, badly drawn, marker attempt of one of Roy's tattoos]
Roy’s eyes opened slowly at the sound of his little girl’s joyful exuberance. As far as he was concerned, Saturday mornings were more for sleeping in than watching cartoons even if Transformers was on.
"Hey, that’s pretty good work. Looks like you tried to draw the poison one. What’d you use to draw it?"
Both hands went up to his face, rubbing away the remaining sleep and pushing his hair back. Then he stood, his hands on his daughter’s waist, lifting her up and switching his grip to her over his right shoulder. “Alright. I think we can do some of those. But we have to wash it off before school, alright?”
She anxiously looked at her Dad, bouncing on the bed in anticipation. "Aaaaw, come on Daddy. Please? I wanna show everyone my tats!" That was how you could say it too, right? She thought so. "And they're really cool."








