On *the* night, I made sure the Goose was sound asleep. I enlisted Mr. E to help me, although I really wouldn’t need him. I tip toed into the Goose’s room. I’m not sure why I tip toed. The child can sleep through a tornado. I could have gone screaming into her room, and she probably wouldn’t have woken up. I went in and climbed in bed with the Goose. She was flat on her back. Perfect. I pulled her blankets up over her, making sure her arms were inside. Then, I sat on the blankets. I had created a bedtime straight jacket. My plan was going to work. I sat there for a minute, just looking at the Goose and how peaceful she was. She really was so sweet when she was sleeping. Then, I took a deep breath and began to work. I started on the right ear, and I pulled and pulled and pulled. I got the earring out, and the Goose did not even wake up.
The left earring was the problem. It was the one that was on too tight and skin cells had crusted over it in the back. I began working on getting the back off. The Goose woke up and began screaming at the top of her voice. She had no idea what was going on. All she knew was someone was sitting on her and touching her ears. I’m not even sure she was awake, but she was mad with a capital M. She screamed some more just to be sure I’d heard her. The Beetle came storming out of his room, ready to defend his little sister from whatever harm was being done to her. That was a little reassuring to know that, should something happen in the middle of the night, at least he would come to her aide.
The Goose struggled and wiggled and fought, but she couldn’t get her arms free. As bad as this sounds, by the end of it, Mr. E and I were laughing hysterically. The Beetle was also laughing. The Goose? Not so much. I’m pretty sure if and when she goes to counseling as an adult, she’ll have plenty to talk about. Regardless of the emotional toil, the second earring came out, and all was right with the world.
The next day, I tried to convince the Goose to put another pair of earrings in, but she wanted no part of it. She’d had the earrings for months, so I knew the holes would stay open for a while. For a week, I tried my best to talk her into putting in more earrings. My stubborn little Goose refused, and the holes closed up. I told her she would regret that decision, but she disagreed. She said she never, ever, ever wanted to wear earrings again.
Never ever lasted about a year and a half. Now, the almost teenaged Goose is growing a little more concerned about her appearance. I see her checking the mirror and checking it twice. So, about a month ago, she said she wanted earrings. I told her I was sorry, but we’d already been down that road. Twice. She asked if she could get her ears pierced if she paid for it. I said, “Knock yourself out.”
Christmas came along, and the Goose got money. The day after Christmas, I had to go to the mall for something (how did I let that happen???), and the family went with me. This wasn’t our local mall. This was a mall that was a 45 minute drive from our house.
Before we left the mall, the Goose sweetly said, “Can I please get my ears pierced?” Not remembering that she had gotten money for Christmas, I told her no. She asked why not, and I said I wasn’t paying for it. She reminded me that she had money, and I gave in. We went to Claire’s. Again.
On the third piercing, the Goose did not even cry or wince. She said there, matter of fact, as holes were punched in her ears. She had her ears pierced, and we were good to go. Finally, the Goose had her earrings.
The next day, we went to EPCOT. Late in the day, the Goose exclaimed, “OH NO!” I had flashbacks to the time she left her cell phone on the airplane (you can read that little adventure HERE), and I immediately looked to see if she had her backpack. She did, so I wasn’t sure what she was yelling about. Then, I looked at her. She had one earring. The right ear had, once again, rejected the earring. She wanted to retrace our steps to see if she could find the missing earring. Looking around at the 100,000 people around us, I didn’t think that was such a good idea. I told her I would call Claire’s the next day to see what they could do.
So, the next day, I called. The manager was friendly, but she told me she couldn’t do anything. She said if we had the earring, we could bring it in and she would trade it out for a sterile one and repierce the Goose’s ear. However, since the earring was gone, she couldn’t do anything. Teetering on a big ole’ hissy fit, I firmly, but politely, told her that we had paid Claire’s three times for piercing. I firmly told her that I did expect them to do something to make it right since this was the second time we’d had a new earring fall out. She sighed and agreed. (Thank goodness. It was going to get ugly.) The manager said to bring the Goose in, and she would pierce her ear. Again. I asked if we could just go to our local mall, but she said she would have to do it. *Sigh.*
The Goose and I drove 45 minutes back to the mall. The manager was friendly enough and pierced the ear right away. So, maybe the fourth time is a charm. All I know is, the Goose has had the earrings for 5 days, and they are both still in her ears. I hope all goes well. Softball season is coming soon. -Al