One evening during spring break, bored, waiting for the bathtub to fill up with warm water and bubbles.
"I have a message for you," he said. And flashed me his hand.
I laughed. He'd turned palm into smiley face, fingers into people. One wore a bottle-cap hat as they warred back and forth as far as his pinky could stretch.
"Now give me yours," he said.
He drew. And just as I was about to snap a photo of my smiling hand, he waved his in my face.
"OK, that's enough, Mommy. Now take a picture of my tattoo before it comes off all the way in the water."