Dad’s Piercing Problem
Wednesday - April 22, 2009
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Del.icio.usRon Nagasawa is on leave. This column was published originally in October 2002.
There is absolutely no doubt in our family that our 5-year-old daughter is “Daddy’s little girl.” She has me completely wrapped around her finger and has carte blanche to do pretty much whatever she wants. That’s with the exception of piercing her ears.
I have never given in to the idea of having her ears pierced. When she was an infant and in diapers undistinguishable from a baby boy, my wife wanted to have her ears pierced.
I’m still not sure why, but I was able to overrule my wife on that. At the time, I told her that when our daughter can tell you herself that she wants pierced ears, then I’ll consider it. That time came two weeks ago. Apparently some of the girls in our daughter’s kindergarten class have pierced ears.
My denial lasted about 5 seconds as my girl pulled out every cute plying method in the book. My agreement had one caveat: I had to approve of the “ear piercer.” I grabbed our 13-year-old son to ride “shotgun” with me as the family went off to get our daughter’s ears pierced.
I spent maybe 10 minutes at the first jewelry store selected before walking out with my family in tow. My wife asked what was wrong, and I replied, “The saleswoman wasn’t good enough for our daughter. She didn’t care what our baby wanted, all she wanted to do was up-sell the earrings.”
The next store was worse. The salesman who did the ear piercing looked too disheveled and in no way would be let near my little girl’s ears. Finally, we found a store where the owner himself did all the ear piercing. He explained the sanitary methods used and spoke to our daughter with respect. When it came time to pierce her ears, my son and I leaned into the guy, and I became Tony Soprano: “Yo. Eh, if I hear one little peep coming from this girl ... you know what I’m saying here?”
With that, my wife escorted my son and me outside to wait. That was OK, because the whole experience was pretty exhausting. I probably won’t have to go through that again until I sanction our daughter’s first date - say in about 30 years.
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