It’s fast approaching the child’s tenth birthday.
This is the age where I was finally allowed to get my ears pierced; a rite of passage of sorts. I’ve used this same age limit since Hannah first requested to get her ears pierced around five years old.
And I was quite looking forward to the mama-daughter trip out and the cute little earrings I could buy her.
(And just quietly, the discussion about body modifications and the pain they cause.)
But, it turns out, my little button would like a swiss army knife for her birthday.
Gone are the days of pink and purple, my friends.