This Little Piggy
I remember sitting on the pristine white countertop in my grandmother’s bathroom with my bare feet dangling over the edge. She pinched and shook each of my wiggling toddler toes as we walked through the day of each of the five little piggies, gleefully unaware of the morbid meaning behind the nursery rhyme.
It never occurred to most of us that the piggy who went to the market was on its way to becoming someone’s dinner. We just thought he was running errands because it’s normal for kids to anthropomorphize animals. This guy and his clever tattoo are here to remind us the first little piggy is gone for good.