Busted

I was at Church a couple of weeks ago and Nicolas, almost 3 years old, was standing next to me on the pew. Right when it got to a quiet part in the service, he yelled out "Nuna, tattoooooo!" pointing to my neck where my "Blessed" ink is located. I couldn't help but laugh and feel proud that my Godphew knows what a tattoo is. That's my boy:)