We’ve been back from Luke’s fourth birthday extravaganza in Turks and Caicos for a week now.

And Miss Nat still has the sparkly pink dolphin tattoo she got while away. Well some of it.

Her friend Grace woke up day two of the trip without it. Came off in the shower. But Natalie still has remnants of her tattoo.

The dolphin may only have pink sparkles on the top of it while the rest is only an outline of the temporary tattoo because of her suntan. But the dolphin is there. And Natalie is holding on tight. Protecting it from a pretend tuna net called soap and water.

I found out this morning (from her father) Miss Nat doesn’t want the area to be washed at all. Which caused me to let out an early morning “Gross girl, you don’t want man eating bacteria to wake up and start eating your arm alive.” And then I continued “Do you know what man eating bacteria is?” “Noooo?” “Man means human. So it eats human. It’s going to eat your arm because its dirty.”

Now I think I meant flesh eating bacteria (a la Cabin Fever) but I’m not sure why I even said anything like that to my five and three quarters year old but I definitely said it. It may have had something to do with sitting through Bride Wars (definitely going to become a classic) and eating both honey wheat pretzels and Samoas last night.

But back to the flesh eating bacteria that is absolutely positively going to take over my daughter’s left arm region.

Let’s just hope that doesn’t happen within the next few hours. Because in an hour, I’m off to take Miss Nat to see Grace for their mini Diva manicure appointment at Dashing Diva. Think I can get them to put some of that antibacterial gunk gel on her arm that they give us before we get manicures? Just to keep the flesh eating bacteria at bay until we get back from Brooklyn?

Freshly manicured fingers crossed.

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Next stop – Tomorrow is the If You Give a Mom a Martini book launch party for Lyss Stern at The Plaza. I plan to leave the office and go directly to it. Should make for some interesting pink carpet photos considering it’s supposed to rain all week. Sugar melts people. Sugar melts.

Car Song – Halo by Beyonce  “You know you’re my saving grace.“