Her friend Bailey has pierced ears. And because most girls (young and old) want what their friends have, Caroline requested to get hers pierced, too. Since I had mine done at age 6, I really didn’t have any objections. Besides, she fully understood the potential pain of this procedure and she was fully prepared to suffer for her cause. The cause for beauty.
As a mother, and a fellow sufferer in the beautification army, how could I refuse?
She receives shots with nary a flinch. And a blood draw? Three words: Piece. Of. Cake.
We Smith girls are put together with titanium bones, a strong will and an even stronger desire for beautifcation.
Caroline’s facial expressions post-piercing were priceless. It hurt more than she anticipated, but she didn’t want to let it show.
Like I said, she’s tough.
It’s hard not to smile now that you’re the proud owner of 14k white gold and blue crystal, petal earrings.
It’s good to be a girl!