So yesterday I was standing in the
kitchen with my daughter. As we're talking, my brain noticed her ear
looked funny. One. Two. Three....
Wait....what? THREE!?!
I counted again. Yup. Three ear holes.
A couple years ago, she asked for a
second ear piercing. I gave in because I did the same when I was
about her age. However, by the time I was 20, I quickly realized the
second one was completely useless and hasn't been used since. I
figured she'd come around to the same way of thinking too.
But no, a year later she wanted a third
piercing. I wasn't really against it, I just thought it was
unnecessary, but I said I'd think about it. After a few months she
never brought it up again.
The power of parenting by
procrastination. Yay me, right?
So, back to the third ear hole:
“Um, by the way. When did you get
your third ear piercing?” I asked, fully expecting that it happened
at the mall, and I never noticed.
I was gearing up my: “you
should've asked me about it again if it was that important” speech,
followed by the: “you're a minor and I want to know who's making
holes in your head” speech.
Except it didn't go down that way.
“I did it about three months ago.”
she said.
“But where?? ...the mall?” I asked.
“No.... I did it. In my room.”
“WHAT!?! How is that possible? What
did you....” She knew exactly where I was going with this. Even before I did.
"I used the gold posts that the doctor used to pierce my ears. You know, that ones with the pointy back."
“But how?” My mind was reeling. My daughter is pretty tough overall, but not with needles. She gets nauseous with yearly booster shots.
"I used the gold posts that the doctor used to pierce my ears. You know, that ones with the pointy back."
“But how?” My mind was reeling. My daughter is pretty tough overall, but not with needles. She gets nauseous with yearly booster shots.
“I just pushed it through.”
“Did you numb it?”
“No.”
“It's not infected. Your ear holes
always get infected.”
“I sterilized the earrings and my
ears. It didn't really hurt much. Just two pops - one going in, and
one coming out.”
Oh, yuck.
My daughter was quite proud of
herself. Partly because she succeeded in grossing me out with that last bit.
*sigh*
*sigh*
She plans to be a doctor someday, so I
guess it's good that she doesn't have a fear of blood and stuff.
However, if she doesn't get into medical school,
at least she's got a future in tattoos and piercings.
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