Don't ever do it! Don't.

My mom broke down and bought Avery this flip book of 500 or so tattoos.
Yes, my mom. Miss Tattoo, my mother, bought Avery a book filled with them.
Not only did she buy these profane things, but they are actually lifelong tattoos, must have been a typo on the package...
They NEVER GO AWAY.
Once you have a pink glitter flame tattoo wrapped around your daughter's little arm, there is no chisel, no chemical, no amount of scrubbing - nothing will get it off her.

We're talking WEEKS of temporary tattoo.
So right after I finally scraped the last bunch of tattoos off of her, Avery straightway begged my mom to apply yet another one.
Once the tat application had set, Avery came clean to my mom about how much I hate them...

(Disclaimer: I don't hate your tatoo. I don't even hate them in general. But there is something wrong with taking your little girl to church in a prissy little lacy dress with a black and pink flame job hanging just below the dainty sleeve...)

Here's the awful part: We're getting ready for a Halloween Carnival at Jaron's school and that second installment of tattoo is the only thing peeking out of Avery's costume, so I grab the nearest thing - a magic eraser.

Yes, yes I did.
And yes, yes it was a bad idea.

Indian sunburn ring a bell? Magnify that times 100.

Yeah. So just in case you're ever curious to see if a magic eraser might remove a permanent object (i.e. temporary children's tattoo that will not come off) from a child's skin...

Don't ever do it! Don't.