Ten

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.

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