Hey Baby, could I get a Tiger Tattoo?
Me sputtering: What? What did you call me? And no, no tattoos.
Markie: Well when Dad wants something, like a sandwich, he calls you Baby, I thought that might be like a special trick.
Me: Well, no its a term of endearment. Something to say that's sweet, like me calling you sweetie.
Markie: Bummer. I didn't think I'd get a tattoo but I thought maybe a cream cheese sandwich.
Me: I'll make you a sandwich sweetie.
Markie: Thanks Baby Mom!