lack of options

Sometimes, we miss living around lots of options.  We miss eating out at eclectic resturaunts with more choices than Taco Tuesday or even more odd, food while bingo is being played.  What?  We miss driving across the street to Target vs. driving the 22 miles that it takes now (though, with all the lights, it may take the same distance.  But, when A. wanted to get her ears pierced for her birthday, this lack of options led us .... here

Who doesn't want their kiddo at a tatoo parlor before the age of 7?  

I don't know why, but she was a bit scared when she entered and this gentleman with holes in his ears the size of a doggie door greeted her.  When she started crying, he had the nice young lady that he had previously pierced over 30 times come in to reassure her that it only hurts for a second.  Agian, why doesn't every mother want their kiddo at a tatoo parlor before the age of 7??

However, once he did one ear, she started lauging.  "This didn't hurt, I knew that I should have trusted him."

So, a lack of options may have taught my little one a few extra lessons...