When I was little my dad had my mom's name tattooed on his arm. On his other arm, they took a pen and wrote mine. (I was maybe two or three) Anyway, after he showered and it came off, I guess I just cried and cried because mom's name was still there and mine was gone. He didn't love me anymore.
: Needless to say, it was an excuse for him to go get another with mine and my brother's. Anyway, being the nautical man that he is, he had a ship done with a banner through it that he was able to put our names on. When my sister was born, he just had the banner extended and added hers.