Nicky and I went for tattoos today.
I am, like, the coolest mom ever. Right?
Okay, fine, no tattoos, but a tattoo parlor was involved. I discovered the hard way not to trust my earlobes to the young ladies at the mall with their ear-piercing guns, so when Nicky decided he was ready to take the plunge into the land of pierced ears, I decided to take him to someone with a lot of training, a lot of tattoos, and a lot of sterile gloves. (And an autoclave.)
Enter Josh, super-duper piercing guy.
… I’m ready for this, I’m ready for this, I’m ready for this…
Nicky confessed while we were waiting that, between the paintings on the walls and harder-core-than-he’s-used-to music, he found the environment of the tattoo parlor distinctly uncomfortable. By the time we left, however, he’d nonchalantly asked Josh how it feels to have your earlobes stretched (“Weird, but not painful. It takes a lot of patience.”), heard one song he knows (“Tighten Up” by the Black Keys), and had a conversation about the various Batman franchises. Kids are adaptable, even moreso than they realize.
No tears, and only one “ow” at the end. High-five for the kid and all the occupational therapists over the years who made this moment possible!
The decision to have an ear pierced is not one Nicky made lightly. He bought a set of magnetic earrings at Claire’s last spring and wore them pretty regularly through the end of the school year. He loves the look, but he does not love losing the earrings (they pop off easily) or that he can’t wear them all day without discomfort. The realization that, once pierced holes heal, you can no longer feel the earrings, made the decision pretty simple for him.
While we were there, I joined the piercing bandwagon and got my long-awaited second holes. I had them done at the mall when Kalen was a baby, but they were badly done and became infected quickly. And they were uneven. Bah. I let them close up.
I was trying to get the shop in the picture, too. Doh!
Now, however, as you can plainly see in the above photo (great planning, Aimee!), I’m sporting titanium barbells in my new second holes. Can’t wait until they heal and I can wear the little anchors Heather bought me a couple of years ago!
Coming back from Seattle, we hit the 520 bridge while it was drawn up. I pushed aside my annoyance and decided to make the most of the view.
Dude is the epitome of nonchalant.
The question of the day is this — how did I end up with such a freaking cool kid?