On our first full night home from vacation we got Katrine’s ears pierced. Of course, it did not run smoothly. We decided to have them pierced at our local tattoo and piercing parlour. I mean, that is all they do for a living so they must be good. Plus, they have their certificate of health posted on line and when you walk in the door it smells of cleaner. They also use needles and not those silly piercing guns. (Bad experience with one in grade school where it miss fired and their was a lot of manual shoving to get the earring through my ear.)
Katrine has been actively asking to get her ears done since March Break when she saw some candy earrings that she simply had to have. We dragged our feet as I didn’t want to deal with it while on vacation and we knew that there would be some tears. We were right. Katrine sat on the bench last night, clutching her stuffies (only the second ones to have ever set foot in the shop), tears rolling down her cheeks while saying that she was ready so get to it. When they were done she literally danced about with glee exclaming “That didn’t hurt.” She is still dancing today calling herself “all grown up with my earrings”. Funnily enough, she and her sister have pretend pierced at least four stuffies ears today.
