Sunday, Drama turns 6. For those of you who are on the facebook page, you may have seen my re-post this week of her birth story.  It essentially tells the story of Drama entering our lives.  The day Drama took over.  Now, that was 6 years ago.  Drama is no longer a Dramatic little baby, she’s a Dramatic grade 1er.  She’s big(ger).  One day, she might even make it out of a 5 point harness (yes, I am aware legally she now can.  But she is still more than 5lbs away from the recommended weight to move to a booster and I suppose I am willing to forgo how very much simpler my life would be if she was in a booster seat for a little while longer until it’s safer.)   Drama wants to be an artist when she grows up.  She draws all the time.  On everything. In an effort to steer her into the right direction with her art (and encourage her to look at options that don’t involve her spending her life selling portraits on the street corner) we once made a joke that she should be a tattoo artist. She is ALL OVER THAT.  In fact, she’s even come to a few consults with us so she could check out the room and has asked some amusingly insightful questions to the artists about exactly how it works and what they do when they don’t like what the person wants drawn. My 6 year old, the aspiring tattooist.  Sounds good to me, I just need to wait 12 or so more years for free ink! As you can tell from the…