Ready, Set......NO!

I guess it's true, close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. Because it sure didn't matter when it came to the Princess getting her ears pierced.

This little saga began, well, almost 7 years ago when friends started asking me if I was going to get my infant daughter's ears pierced. "Absolutely not" was my answer. Like I needed one more thing to take care of at the time, after all my kids are only 26 months apart. The hubby and I decided that she could get her ears pierced when she was old enough to take care of them. Which, to me, sounds reasonable.

Now, fast-forward to about 1 month ago when the Princess asked if we could get her ears pierced. Of course, the timing was not good. We were about to go to the beach and this germ-freak nurse mom was worried about getting an infection from something at the beach. Plus, I had to do some research and find out who did the procedure under operating room sanitary conditions! So, we told her that when we got back from the beach we would find a time to go. Which brings us to Sunday afternoon. I had talked to friends and did some research on my own and decided that Club Libby Lu's would be our ear piercing place of choice. And we thought making it a surprise would be fun!

After a fun weekend with family, we decided to make the piercing stop on our way back home. We arrived at said location and the Princess went banana's over all the "cute" things in the store. I spotted the ear piercing sign at the checkout counter and pointed it out to the Princess. She was so excited and ready to commit! We signed the forms, filled out a certificate, picked out the starter earrings and headed towards the chair.

**I must interject here that the little girls who worked at the store appeared as though NONE of them were over the age of 16. I kept looking for a supervisor or store mom that would be doing the actual "surgical" procedure. But no one who fit that description was ever seen**

The ear guns were cocked and loaded with the beautiful sapphire stones and into the chair the Princess went. She was getting her ears pierced, finally. The balking began immediately after the little store girl placed Sharpie dots on each lobe. So to help ease the fear, the hubby got into the chair and put the now nervous princess in his lap. We all began our "but they will look so pretty" and the "but you have been begging to do this". The sweet brother even said, "but you won't get that certificate for your room". Nope, nothing doing. The hubby was quick to point out to the little store girls that I could get mine pierced too and show the Princess how it's done. Thank you. For all that matters he could have gotten his done for the point to be made.

So we all left Club Libby Lu with our ear lobes still intact. Maybe next time...or not.