Iz got her ears pierced last night. She asked Seymour and me about it the night before, we said sure she could, and so after a provisions run we then scoped the local tattoo/piercing/head/altwear shop to see if they could accommodate her.
Not only were they totally cool and nice and professional, but we were in and out in less than ten minutes. She was brave and steadfast.
She couldn't wait to get home so she could phone her grandparents with the news. Which she did thusly:
"Grandma! It's Izzy! Guess what I got pierced!"
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