Lopsided Vision

It’a a thing. I saw it with my own two eyes.

I took Annie Bea to the pediatrician’s office to get her ears pierced. The nurse walked in and immediately expressed her anxiety.

“I’m going to draw dots on her ears but I’m not good at this. It’s the hardest part for me.”

Wonderful. Feeling super confident as we prepare to punch holes through my daughter’s ears with Nurse Idunno. And she wasn’t lying. She sucked.

Her first attempt displayed one dot to the left of Annie’s cerebrum and the other on her left foot.

“What do you think?” she asked. Straight-faced.

“I think it’s a little off.” I replied as non-sarcastically as humanly possible.

After 4 to 31 failed attempts, I finally insisted on stepping in to draw the dots myself. Annie’s ears were raw at this point from rubbing ink off of them over and over and over.

When it finally came time for the nurse to use the stapler thingy, Annie looked so scared. I can’t say I blame her. I wasn’t entirely sure the nurse would hit the target. I had visions of Annie traveling one day to Odisha, India and fitting right in with the piercings of the native Sora community.

But alas, she did it. The nurse got it perfectly right. Redemption!

Annie was so happy and proud. Of course her first question, “How long before I can switch these to diamonds?”

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