I should be happy that I'm even asked an opinion. I usually say "no" but at least I'm asked.
They want a pet, I say no. Then they get one anyway. After years of feeding and cleaning up after them, I realize how lucky we are to have them, and slowly start liking them. Especially Pepi. I really put my foot down when they wanted him, we already had a cat, but I grew to love his warmth, softness and weird idiosyncrasies.
Why should it surprise me then that the one person to object to my son's ear piercing, me, is the one parent that takes him and signs the papers for it?
I asked for opinions on my Sept. 18th Fearing the Earring blog, didn't get any, and now look what happened. But after years of feeding and cleaning up after him, I'm really starting to like the kid. We're lucky to have him - even with the earring.
