Body Mutilation
The daughter finally got her ears pierced the other day (here is a photo for once snapped at just the right moment). The last time she had this in mind, I managed, by dint of motioning wildly behind her back, to get the guy having his ear pierced ahead of her in line act as though it hurt a whole lot. That put her off for, um, three years I think. Her friend has two sets of earlobe piercings and one cartilage (!ouch!) piercing, at the tender age of 11. Of course The Daughter is already thinking of ways to store the earrings she will doubtless accumulate over time, unknowingly abetted by my neighbor, who has a crafty daughter who makes jewelry storage systems out of picture frames and so on. It always comes down to containers, it seems.