“If you guys ever decided you’re going to get a tattoo, then Mommy and me will get the exact same tattoo in the same place. And we’ll go on YouTube and show it off as a family tattoo.”

President Obama, addressing what he will do if his daughters get a tattoo, on NBC’s Today Show.

I got a chuckle out of this.

Tattoos are prevalent these days. I’m not even sure if they are truly viewed as a sign of rebellion. More than 36 percent of Americans age 18 to 25 have them, according to the Pew Research Center.

I like what Obama said, but he better mean it. Only Sasha and Malia know for sure. I’ve learned children have a way of knowing when their parents are bluffing, and some don’t mind calling their bluff.

I’m not a fan of tattoos. I used to get them in Cracker Jack boxes. I’d run to the bathroom for water, stick on the tattoo and get a blurry blot or two. My interest in tattoos ended as soon as I stopped eating the snack.

Today, tattoos are more sophisticated. The ones that find their way to Simone and Nadia’s hands are intricate butterflies and dragonflies and other colorful creatures. Sometimes they last for days. I expect my girls to lose interest as soon as they outgrow their love of all things pink and purple.

My Mom told me I had a beautiful body and it didn’t need any permanent adornment. It worked for me. When it’s needed, I’ll try Mom’s line first. If that doesn’t work, it’s Obama all the way.