Yep, apparently six-and-a-half is the age for earrings in our house. We were walking to a mall restaurant for dinner when the girls spotted Claire’s and reminded me to get “bun donuts” for ballet (thanks to blog suggestions), so we dashed in. And for some inexplicable reason they decided this was the night they were ready to get their ears pierced. Okey dokey then. I texted TubaDad, who was already at the restaurant, “Put our name in and come to Claire’s, getting ears pierced!” He recognized the momentousness of the occasion and was there in a flash. Heh.
So dinner was delayed a tiny bit while the girls carefully selected their earrings (shiny little CZ studs), made sure the holes were going to be in the exact right spots, and held hands for courage. Ro volunteered to go first, then gritted her teeth and got it done (no tears). I thought Ree would change her mind after seeing sister in the hot seat, but she also hopped right up there (clenched Ro’s hand) and got it done (also no tears).
Aw. Cute, girls. Very cute.