We’d been in the car for a few minutes already after school chatting about Bug’s day when we got to a red light. I turned around to say something to him and noticed that he had a decoration on his forearm that I had not yet seen.

“Hey Bug, what’s that on your arm?”

“It’s a tattoo! It has a bag.”

“A bag? You have a tattoo of…a bag? Let me see.”

I leaned in a little closer to inspect, and by golly he wasn’t lying – it WAS a bag. Public Service Announcement included.

He’s a cute little feminist, don’t you think?