A woman I met through flickr sent Sam a 'new baby' present and included a little something for Ben. One of these was a packet of horse tattoos. About two weeks ago Ben and I put them on—mine on my ankle and his on his arm. His is long gone. Mine is not only still there but barely faded. And YES I have taken several showers in the interim. So not only am I walking around in public with clothes covered in spit up and stained, I also have a horse tattoo on my ankle. And that would be cool if I were seven.