Shino wanted a tattoo. BAD. Every day, he would beg his parents for one.
"Mom." Shino would ask. "Can I have a tattoo?"
Her reply would always be no.
Shino was sick and tired of this routine.
"You know what?" He said to his parents one day. "When I'm eighteen, I'm gonna get a tattoo, no matter what you guys say." Then, he stormed out of the room.
The day after Shino's 18th birthday, he strutted back into the house.
"So, son," His dad began. "I assume you've gotten a tattoo."
"Yup," Shino answered proudly.
"May I see it?" His dad asked. He was curious to see what symbol of masculinity Shino had chosen.
Shino rolled up his sleeve. There, on his arm, was a two-inch image of Donald Duck.