On Saturday, we rewarded Zoey for earning great grades so far this year (and no, I don't feel like getting into a debate about whether children should be rewarded for grades). Zoey decided to get her ears pierced.
We decided to let the fine folks at Claire's take her lobes' virginity (if it was good enough for her dad, it was good enough for her). Luckily, the place was practically empty so they were able to double team Zoey. After I had filled out the eighteen pages of paperwork, two otic adornment technicians stood on either side of Zoey, counted to three, and pushed their buttons.
Zoey turned pale. She looked at us. I didn't know if she was going to cry, puke, or faint. Luckily, she remained calm and once they held up a mirror for her to see the new earrings, she started grinning from pierced ear to pierced ear.
Now she's counting down the days until she can remove her starter earrings and put in another pair. It's going to be a long six months.
So… earrings at 5 1/2: too young, too old, or just right?
Song of the day: Dead Flowers by Townes Van Zandt
The Reward
