Holy crap, I think I might be starting to grow up.

Yesterday a scary thing happened to me.

I was thinking to myself that I would like to get a tattoo in honor of my daughter, and I was thinking about what it would be and how it would look and how many hours I thought it would take, so I could figure out approximately how much it would cost.

And then, a part of my brain that must have lain dormant until now, piped up. It said: "Wouldn't it be a much better tribute to your daughter to take that money and put it away for her education?"

Hmm. You make a good point, Mom Brain. But Manda Brain still wants the tattoo.

Now I just have to figure out how much money I need to set aside for Layla before my overpowering guilt complex will relax enough to let me get it.

Growing up is hard, man.