November 21, 2012
Picture this. I'm fifteen years, ten months old. My parents have told me that I can't get my ear pierced until I turn sixteen. So I'm in my bathroom, lights blaring, staring into the mirror piercing my own ear with a big-ass sewing needle. Two things you should learn from this: 1) Ew. 2) I'm an immediate-gratification kind of person. The next morning I marched downstairs with an oversized hole in my ear to kindly inform my parents that I needed to go buy earrings. On our way to the mall, I distinctly recall my dad turning to my mom in the front seat saying never thought I'd be driving my son to pick our earrings.
Owen is very much his own person (as is Mia) and I love that. While choosing Thanksgiving outfits last night he decided that he wanted nothing more than a bow tie. I got on Amazon, found one, and ordered it for next day delivery so it would be here by Thanksgiving. I never thought I'd be ordering my son a bow tie. Not that there's anything wrong with the old school dapper look.
P.S. The hole really was ginormous. Though I haven't worn an earring in years, the hole is still there and very much functional.
(That's what she said.)Posted by Chris at November 21, 2012 8:01 AM