On Tuesday I took Lindsay to get her ears pierced. She was very excited to do it .... until we got to the parking lot of Claire's. As I parked she said she had changed her mind. I reminded her how excited she was about getting them pierced and how beautiful they'd look, so she said okay. We get inside and they sit her in the chair and get me started on the paperwork and they started cleaning the instruments, etc., which took a little while. Lindsay sat in the chair with a look of horror on her face and clenching my fingers and kept saying, no, let's not do this. We all kept reassuring her that it was going to be fine and not hurt (much) at all. I had them do both ears at once and it was over in a jiffy. She agreed it didn't hurt all that bad and when they held the mirror up for her to look at her ears she just beamed! Once we got in the car and she kept looking at her ears in the mirror I asked her if she was glad I didn't let her "chicken out". After I explained to her what that meant she said yes.
The next day in the car on the way to daycare she started asking me why people got their noses pierced and their lips and other parts that she's seen the "freaks" wear. My reply was that I had no idea why people pierce anything other than their ears because it was not very pretty to look at those types of piercings. I went on and on about how ugly those piercings were hoping to brainwash her into my way of thinking in years ahead.
I made many proclamations about parenting before ever having Lindsay that my co-workers love to remind me of. I seem to recall one being that if my child ever came home with a piercing (other than her ears) that I'd rip 'em right out. I hope I don't have to try to live up to that one!
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You can tell Lindsay you have a friend who waited until she was 30 years old to have her ears pierced because she was such a chicken. :)
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