Of my four kids, only one has a tattoo. It’s on his leg and he rarely wears shorts.
It’s a stylized image reflecting a Bible verse to honor a friend who died. My son rescued him from drowning and performed CPR on him, which unfortunately wasn’t enough.
I can’t complain about that one.
Maybe it's my fault for telling my kids silly stories in the Bible, including Abraham's servant using a nose ring to woo Rebekah for Isaac (Genesis 24:22, though the Hebrew word "nexem" might be earring LOL).