We took Amy and Carly to get their ears pierced at the weekend. They’ve been begging to get it done for months. And while I don’t have a problem with 8 and 6 year old girls getting their ears pierced, I wasn’t particularly relishing the thought of taking them myself.
Getting your ears pierced hurts. I still remember getting mine done. I was around 12 at the time. My dad took me into town, although my dad being my dad meant that I had to pay for it with my own money. I don’t remember the pain so much as the shock of the pain, and the stinging sensation that lasted for a few minutes afterwards. The worse thing of course was that after getting one ear done, there was still the other one to go.
My girls, Carly in particular, have a penchant for the dramatic. When Carly steps on a piece of Lego (you know, when a really sharp small piece digs right into the small of your foot), her earth shattering screams can be heard two doors down. When she falls off her bike, she has been known to cry and scream for a good ten minutes after. Loud enough to motivate the twitching-curtain-brigade to actually get off their bottoms and twitch a few curtains, I might add.
So it makes perfect sense that taking the girls to a place where they would be willingly inflicting pain upon themselves was not how I wanted to spend my Saturday afternoon.
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