Wasn’t Bartering On Gartering

(My parents are divorced, and I live with my mother. My dad has come over to talk to my mom, and I’m talking about how I’ll be getting another tattoo when a friend visits in a few days.)

Me: “Oh, oh, did I tell you about the third tattoo I’m going to be getting?”

Dad: “No, what is it?”

Me: *grinning* “It’s going to be a reptile. On my upper thigh. So it’ll be a… garter snake.”

Dad: *sighs and puts his head in his hands as I start laughing*

Mom: “I told you she was our daughter.”