Trouble With a Capital T (That Stands For Tattoo)

Last night at bedtime Abby told me she is in love with our neighbor Stan. She has met Stan once, but she loves him because he has shiny black hair. (He does have good hair.)

Abby has lots of boyfriends. There's Caleb, a classmate she has loved since they could hug each other. There's Johnny, a teacher at School of Rock. There's Seth, a teacher at School of Rock. And there's Bristen, a teacher at School of Rock. (You see where I'm going with this?)

"So Abby, what is it that you like about the boys at School of Rock?" I asked her.

"Well, you know how they they hold a guitar and go like this?" She stood up on her bed and pretended to strum a guitar.

"Yes. So you like that they play guitar."

"And you know those tattoos up and down their arms?"

Oh boy.