"You're getting your tattoo." I threw my arms around Dad's neck. "Thank you!" "Hey," Mom said. "I'm the one who had to persuade him it wasn't going to turn his little girl into a streetwalker." "I never said that," Dad said. "No?" I said. "Cool. Cause I've decided to skip the paw print. I'm thinking of a tramp stamp with flames that says 'Hot in Here.' No, wait. Arrows. For directionally challenged guys." Mom grabbed Dad's shoulders and steered him away from me. "She'll get exactly what we agreed on. Now go hang out in a guy store and we'll call when we're done."