In a moment of complete and total capitulation, I let Erin get her ears pierced this past weekend. After telling her for months that she had to wait until she is much older, I gave in.
Her very best friend recently got her ears pierced and OMG, how could I refuse her after that without officially gaining the title of Meanest Mom Ever/Crusher of Childhood Dreams? This line of reasoning obviously doesn’t apply to future situations like curfew, dating, wearing hoochie clothes and the like, but it finally occurred to me that it’s just pierced ears.
So we set off on Sunday for Claire’s, with Erin fairly vibrating with joy and not an ounce of fear. We had an extremely traumatic experience when she had to give blood a couple of years ago and I wondered if her bravado would eventually collapse and we might return home piercing-free, or with a single pierced ear. It turns out that Claire’s avoids that outcome by piercing both ears at once. She didn’t even make a squeak.
After some celebratory Dippin’ Dots, we left the mall with Erin happily sporting tiny square cubic zirconias and with me feeling pretty awesome, actually.
Those are cute. Yes I worked at Claire's part-time because my friend was the manager and could not get someone to work 4 hours every month that she needed to fill. I learned how to peirce ears and even practiced on my friend's MOM!!! We always tried to do both on kids.
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