For Cara's 19th birthday, she got herself a tattoo. She was away at college, and this one slipped right by me. There was no discussion. The girl got a $50 check and the tattoo place had a special deal going, and she had just studied the divine sign of Constantine and...well...the rest is history.
Cara had another birthday yesterday. She got another check from her dad. I got another call. She and a group of friends had their cartilage pierced. By golly, I didn't just fall off the turnip truck yesterday. Cautiously, I said, "Um. What cartilage, exactly?" She snorted. "In my ear. I had my ear gauged." I'm not clear on what this means, but when you hear the words 'industrial barbell' in a conversation about your child's ear, well, I'm thinking that I won't be really excited about this. I also think that for her 21st birthday, her father needs to actually buy a gift for her. Hard to tell what would happen if a birthday check and a few drinks got together.