There has been a long standing rule no tattoos while living under my roof. Zachary had 2 that everybody seemed to know about except his parents whose roof he was still living under.
If they had asked us to identify him based on tattoos i would have said that wasn’t my son.
But ultimately I get the last laugh. . .
This is supposed to be a memorial tattoo for my dad. He spelled his name wrong and put the date we buried him not the date he died. The real kicker is my dad’s name was also Zachary’s middle name. So he actually spelled his own name wrong. And that is what happens when you do stuff that your mother said not to do.