A friend of mine, new to swimming, sent me the following message:
“Whats up with the writing on my kid with sharpie (a bad word in my house) for swimming? You are the pro, what is the washable alternative? Not sure how long i will find humor in “eat my bubbles” stamped on my baby girl.”
I literally laughed out loud. I have a kid who is a writer. Nope, not a blog or a diary or poet – she is a body graffiti artist. Even at a very young age Sarah was enamoured with tattoos. Grace, horrified by the thought of anything that causes pain, will never get one. Of this I am certain. Sophie is not big into audiences and doesn’t particularly care to be looked at, especially by people she doesn’t know. I am guessing she will adopt the white t-shirt and jeans uniform as an adult. Sarah, though, let’s just hope she has the good sense not to get her face tattooed. I am not optimistic.
Before a swim meet I go through the checklist. Suits, caps, goggles, snacks, towels, money….hand me the sharpies. With a reminder that we do have other functions to attend that weekend so to keep the writing at a minimum.
Not only does Sarah like to write all over her body at swim meets, she is also MORE than happy to write on any one willing to allow their body to be used as a canvas. I am thinking I may have to type up a quick waiver, Sarah can sketch out the artwork and then both swimmer and parent with sign off their consent.
On time I allowed the girls to draw on our car before a swim meet. Sadly I didn’t pay attention before, during or after. I drove around for two weeks with this on my back window: