| After we had gotten family pictures taken last night, we had a few things to do in the mall. Anna and I walked past one of those little kiosks; this one was selling earrings. To our horror and amazment, there are three women behind the counter, concentrating on a little girl that looked to be about 1-year old. They were piercing her ears. Since I don't have a girl, I don't quite understand the appeal of having holes punched in your kids' ears, but it seems to me that it's pretty darn cruel. What, did you feel left out that you couldn't put the kid through a circumcision? You just HAD to make up for that horrible physical pain? The little girl, justifibly so, was screaming her head off at these three torturous witches. I got a wild hair up my ass and had some fun with it. As we walked by, I did the now-cliché cough-while-saying-something thing to them. What did I say, you ask? "Sick shit," of course. :-) I would've gotten in trouble with Anna, but she agreed with me, so she just kinda told me to hush. So, we figured that was that. Nope. A couple store fronts down the way, there was a store doing the same thing to a girl about 3 or 4 years old. That ain't so bad. The 3- or 4-year old probably understands what an earring is. She could be told how painful the piercing would be. Not the 1-year old. That was just sick. |
