Four years later, and not a clue to the whereabouts of that first pair of earrings, she is pierced.
So, she was clearly excited on the way to get her ears pierced, but when the rubber hit the road, she was a wreck.
She selected her earrings, and then fear gripped her. THEN, she gripped me (in a death grip). We made it through this ordeal with our breathing exercises and a few tears.
And, Anna - to the rescue - provided a much deserved picnic on the beach once we got home. All is well in the universe.
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