So, yesterday morning, I'm in the bathroom putting on "my face" and Anna Marie, just having finished her breakfast, comes in.
Mom, she whispers, Can I tell you something in your ear?
Keep in mind, we were the only two in the house at the time. Jason had long since - like, five hours since - left for Memphis.
I lean in, and this is what I hear:
Can I get my ears pierced?
This, from the girl who has been asking me for the past couple of years if she HAD to get them done, because she didn't want to, because she was afraid it would hurt.
(Ok, so it does hurt, but only momentarily. Or so I recall.)
And, apparently she meant "this afternoon after school."
We talked about her behavior - despite the Warrior of the Week accolades of last week, this has not been so stellar a past few days. I also told her that we'd have to talk to her dad, since he was the other parent, and see what he thought about it.
Oh, and wait until you hear what comes next:
I have an empty space here (touches ear lobe on right ear) And here (touches ear lobe on left ear.)
I didn't think much else about it, until tonight when I was putting her to bed and she brought it up again. Her question this time (she's like Moses with Sodom and Gomorrah or something) was, if she stayed on green all next week, could she do it.
I told her to stay on green, and we'd talk about it.
Then, she's trying to bargain with me - if she stays on green for the next two days, can she get it done? Like, this weekend?
I informed her that we probably wouldn't be going anywhere this weekend that performed such a service, and she reminded me that our friendly neighborhood Walmart was just such a place. Not that I have anything against WM, mind you - that's where mine was done, and I used to work in the jewelry department and shot a few holes myself - but I also know that the quality of the job is directly proportional to lots of things which are highly volatile, like the skill of the worker and the scream volume of the kid.
(Jason's asking me where a "legitimate" place is, like WM is some sort of seedy underground blackmarket piercing operation.)
Anyway, again with the rationale - she has two empty plots of skin on her ears; ergo, they must be adorned.
I must say, I'm a little frightened by her reasoning, because if empty skin is going to be the only measure for where to get stuck, she may well end up looking like my brother - who has a plethora of piercings.
I just don't know if I'm ready for my little girl to get it done - I was eight, and had to get like, straight A's for like, a whole semester. If she gets it just for staying on green a few times, that like, totally cheapens the whole experience.
Rest assured, though - if and when it happens, y'all will be kept up-to-date on the saga.
Thank God for camera phones.