Pierced

I finally gave in. In an effort to keep my little girl *little* for the rest of her life, I had put my foot down and decreed that Elsie would NOT get her ears pierced for at least a decade or so. Not in my house, daddgummit. Kids have enough pressure to grow up too quickly, and I rationalized that pierced ears were an unneccessary step in that direction.

But, next thing I know we're at the YMCA on Friday night for a Halloween Costume Party with the kids. Pete went as Peter Pan, and Elsie was dressed up as Tinkerbell, complete with little magnetic "diamond" earrings on. She didn't look like a grown-up or immodest or inappropriately attired. She just looked… beautiful.

So, we headed down to Claire's on Saturday afternoon to do what had to be done. Distracted by the sucker in her mouth, she didn't even see it coming. Daddy held her still, and the ladies started counting. 1… 2… 3… pop. That was it. My daugher had pierced ears. She cried for a moment or two, but she didn't do too bad. And, those little earrings do look pretty cute in thost little ears.

Round 1 goes to Elsie.