I Choose Ice Cream

The second wave of celebrating Lucy's eighth birthday happened this past weekend.                                                                                 

               It started with the stripper cake for a few friends from her class.  If you missed Friday's post, click here for more information about this ridiculous cake.  But once I put more and more and more frosting on, the cake turned out, um, well, okay.  At least less stripper like.

Lucy had a few friends over from her class and everyone had fun.  They played outside, painted inside, and played Barbies.

I would call it a success.


But then, on Sunday the two little boys were struck with fevers and we had to cancel her family party.  She was very disappointed.  In a moment of parent weakness I suggested we go and get her ears pierced to lift her spirits.


Lucy has been begging to get her ears pierced for four years now.  She pleads for that and a pet almost daily.  I told her she had to wait until she was in middle school to get her ears pierced.  Mostly because I like her having something to look forward to doing.  And also because I like having something powerful to dangle in front of her or use it as a threat..."you keep acting like that and you won't get your ears pierced, ever."


Yesterday after I suggested the trip to Caire's to get her ears pierced I immediately regretted it, but not just because I'd lost my edge in our power struggle. 


Once we got to the store I started to feel queasy.  It seemed crazy to put my little girl in that chair and have someone puncture her precious ears with needles.  Why was I doing this?  Why was I letting her do this? She is only 8 for god's sake. As usual, I was doing a little overthinking.  But in this case, I wasn't alone.


Miss Lucy was busy doing some overhinking too. She describes the situation as "horrizing."

In the end, she chose ice cream over earrings. And I couldn't be happier.  It is great to be 8!