Driving home from church this morning we passed a young mother and her daughter out for a stroll. And DIH nearly backed up to double-check. But I didn't have to. I saw what I saw.
Either that young mom has the weirdest-looking birthmark in the known world, or she had a tattoo on her arm in the shape of Mary Poppins. Complete with umbrella.
I don't know what this says about the state of the family in America, but I can't believe it's anything good.