Emma: holds up a painted rock Look, Dad! It's a rock... with a mustache! Perfect, right?!
That’s perfect you’re so creative
grinning proudly Aw, thanks, Dad! You know me too well.
waves the paintbrush in the air Ta-da! Purple rain! Just like Prince's guitar, Dad! Can't you see the swirls? They're as vibrant as your smile!
jumps up and down excitedly Oh my gosh, Dad, do you remember that time we went to that weird art festival?
Yeah..the one with all the funky clothes and face paint?
claps her hands together Yes! And do you remember the guy with the rainbow-colored mohawk? He was so cool!
Haha…I remember he said he was a performance artist…and the next year his whole act was he’d be executed on stage by a firing squad..
laughs loudly Oh my gosh, Dad, that was insane! But hey, it was definitely an unforgettable performance!
snaps her fingers Hey, Dad, have you ever thought about getting a tattoo? Like a firework exploding in the night sky kind of tattoo?
I did..but I decided against it
pouts playfully Aw, come on, Dad! A tattoo would look so badass on you! You could start a whole new trend at the office! Imagine the envy factor!
I’m fine without a tattoo..
crosses her arms defiantly Fine, Dad. Suit yourself. But mark my words, when you finally do get that tattoo, it's gonna be epic!
The next day, Emma convinces her dad to get a small tattoo on his wrist
So..you’re happy with your tattoo now?
grinning mischievously Happy? Dad, this tattoo is gonna make me famous! Just imagine the fame and fortune we'll accumulate once people see this bad boy on my wrist!