Age 10 is an age of milestones around here: you get an email, you get to go to bed whenever you want (although you have to be in bed), and you can get your ears pierced. It is hard to be the youngest with these milestones since older sisters seem to have all of the privileges decades before you do. Ceci has been counting the years until she can get her ears pierced. But we had a conflict: no earrings in soccer. Her 10th birthday would be right in the middle of soccer season and she said she would fore-go soccer to get her ears pierced. Since the kid is swimming in energy, and we need every opportunity for her to get that energy out, Geoff and I decided to let her get her ears pierced 6 weeks before soccer season started. We hadn't let her in on the good news, yet. Meanwhile, Geoff had his eye on a blanket that had been left in the park a week before. For days he kept saying we should go get it, but no one ever went. Then a few days ago he told Ceci if she went to get it she could get her ears pierced. Boy did that every get her attention! She was down the hall, down the elevator, out the door, across the street and back again in three minutes. Two days later we went to Clair's at City Creek and she got her ears pierced. She hasn't stopped pointing out that she has her ears pierced since. All for a discarded blanket.
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