Picking out the earrings. Won't even go into how long that took.
Waiting to get the marker (texta) dots to mark the spots.
Janine - she was wonderful.
Here's where they'll go.
More waiting.
More waiting.
What we're waiting for (other than the earrings).
OK, here goes. So very, very brave.
Not so very brave anymore.
Yes, I'm dedicated to the documentation of this monumental event. But that's where the photos stop and Mummy's consolation begins.
And, later that night, the finished product.....
And, later that night, the finished product.....
After observing all of this and on the way back to the car:
Gracie: Mom, when will I get my ears pierced?
Me: Maybe next year sweetie. When you're able to take care of them yourself.
Gracie (crying): But I don't want to get my ears pierced!!!
Gracie also refuses to every marry. She doesn't want to have babies. Says it hurts.
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