Twas Brillig

On Saturday, my sweet little Fluffy went through a great big trauma.

Her earring fell out.

These are the stud earrings that her ears were pierced with a year ago and they have never ever been removed from her ear. As far as she’s concerned, they are just a permanent part of her body. Just how they fell out, none of us are sure. But it happened when her dad put his hands on the sides of her face, so she is certain that it was all Hubby’s fault.

And it wasn’t just that the earring fell out, it was that the ear starting bleeding like crazy and blood was running all over her hands and onto the floor.

And, like any 5 year old of the female persuasion would, she screamed.

Oh, how she screamed–as though it had been her arm that fell off, not an earring.

The bleeding was the result of a horrendous infection, which we hadn’t seen because it was only visible in the back of her lobe once the earring was gone. We’ve been treating the infection, which has been scary and painful for her, but it’s looking much better.

And boy, did she milk this for all it was worth. We went to Target to buy new earrings. She got three pairs: pink, blue, and white “diamond” studs. She also got a new Barbie notebook, and a promise from me that I would take a picture of her with her new earrings in and put it on my blog.

Alas, you can’t really see the earrings, but oh well. I have now fulfilled my promises.

The last of her demands was probably the funniest of all. She handed me her Barbie notebook and dictated to me what she wanted written down. It says:

“Daddy put his hands on my head and my earring fell out and it hurt really bad and I screamed really loud and then Mommy went to the store and bought me lots of new earrings and so I came home and I’m wearing my earrings now and I was really really sad when my earring fell out and Daddy made my earring fall out.”

The best part is that she hands it to Hubby every few hours and requires him to read it to her. It’s his penance, I suppose–even though we all agree that it wasn’t his fault.

Really, she’s had the whole household wrapped around her tiny little finger all weekend. I suspect that losing her earring was the best thing that ever happened to her.