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" EVERYONE but ME in my first grade class has their ears pierced!!!

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This was follwed by numerous foot stamps and more whining.

And this is supposed to make me think you're mature enough for what?


  1. Tell her my 14-year-old does not have her ears pierced. She still isn't mature enough...:)

  2. When my then 11 year old insisted on getting her ears pierced, I relented.

    It hurt so much she only would sit through one ear!

    HAHAHAHAHA. I love girl-karma.

  3. I allowed my nearly ten year old to get hers done and she's done just fine with them. The main problem is that my little one doesn't have use of her right hand so she wouldn't be the one cleaning and changing her ear rings. I would. Yay me!

    But she's still not mature enough. I'm not sure I'm mature enough! :grin:

  4. oh god, tell her that the younger you are when you get them pierced, the bigger the holes get when you age. and the lobes stretch. show her a picture of buddha. show her the lobes. the longer she waits, the less likely she'll look like buddha in drag.

  5. ::chuckle at "Buddha in drag"::

    Don't give in! Stand tough, Mom! I have this conversation with my daughter every so often too.

  6. also, people who have piercings usually don't stamp their feet and pout. and the ones that do, look a lot sillier while doing so...

  7. My experience of little girsl getting their ears pierced is that they promptly forget to put the earrings in which means the hole grows closed and then they have to get them pierced again. And again. And again. And again.

  8. I told her that leaving the holes without earings in them causes them to grow back and then when you try to put earings in them, it hurts I told her I knew this because I had done this myself.

    Her eyes got big. I'm hoping that's put her off it for now. I'd try the whole 'Buddha in drag' thing on her, but she wouldn't get it. Too funny though!

  9. Her expression in the picture says it all!

    My daughter (now 18 and well beyond my control) was in Grade 5 or 6 when she went on her "I gotta get my ears pierced" rant.

    Conformity and being cool the important things they are at that age, I told her when she could give me the names of half the girls in her class who had it done, then she could.

  10. within without~ I did the same thing, only I told my daughter that tomorrow I was going to show up at her school and ask all the girls in her class to show me their ear lobes. She had a fit over that one.

    She backed down of course. No one wants me to show up at school in my bunny slippers!


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