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Typically, I open these posts by beating around the bush, starting out with rudimentary questions and examples, ending on a cliffhanger and letting the situation unfold as the post goes on. Well I’m not going to do that today, I’m just gonna get straight to the point. That point is: Tre got his ear pierced this weekend. Yeah it looks cute, yeah he really loves it, and yeah he took the procedure like a champ. But none of that really matters. The only thing that matters in this story is the ‘why’ he got his ear pierced. The reason why he got it pierced can strictly be attributed to the imitation of life.

Tre’s imitation of life came in 3 distinct iterations: music, television, and finally reality. Let’s start with the music imitation, which I blame solely on my good friend DJ Heavyness. This past weekend, I was over at DJ Heavyness site downloading his latest podcast (you should too!), when I came across the song “Make It Rain” by Travis Porter. Go ahead, click on that link and listen to the first 5-10 seconds of the song, I’ll wait. Are you back? Okay, so you can obviously see where this is going right? I’m not in the habit of letting my toddler listen to vulgar music, and I had heard this song before, so was not at all attempting to play it in his presence. I was simply trying to download it for my later listening pleasure. Well when I clicked on the link to download it, the song started playing immediately, and just my luck, the computer speakers were on full blast. By the time I realized what was happening it was too late. I wasn’t able to stop the song until after the “You wanna see some ass?” line was played. Tre, immediately realizing that someone was asking a question, and being determined to let no question go unanswered, blurted out “I WANNA SEE SOME ASS”. Fefe & I rushed in to do damage control, telling Tre that he can’t say that because it’s a bad song and Daddy didn’t mean to play it. You would have thought we told this boy he could no longer watch cartoons. He started crying, constantly saying “I want to say that, Mommy I want to see some ass” You have no idea how difficult it was to keep my composure, during his fit of rage about being denied the opportunity to profess his desire to see some ass, thanks a lot DJ Heavyness.

The next example was not as dramatic, but just goes to show that Tre is at that age where nothing is safe anymore. We were watching the show “Light’s Out”, Tre was playing with his toys, minding his own business. Then all of a sudden the main character on the show got upset, started to yell, grabbed a baseball bat and proceeded to attack a prototype building that he was designing. Of course Tre saw this and decided that he too must now destroy something. He ran out of the living room, letting us know that he’ll be right back. A few minutes later, he comes back with his t-ball bat and begins swinging at the ground in the vicinity of his toys. Luckily his aim isn’t that great and he wasn’t able to break anything. It took a moment to realize what he was doing, but once we did, we told him that he can’t do that and once again, the tears started streaming. Of course we explained why he couldn’t do that, but explanations offer little comfort when you have a penchant for destruction.

This leads us to the last event in this tangled weave of life’s imitations. This is what ultimately led to the piercing of the ear. Tre recently became obsessed with the fact that Ty’s ears are pierced. He’s tried to take Ty’s earrings, saying that they were his. Why he needed earrings without pierced ears is beyond me. Tre also decided one day to find Fefe’s lost belly ring and bring it to me asking me to put it into his ear. After I explained the many reasons why this wasn’t feasible, he looked so upset that I was afraid he might hurt me. A few days later, he decided that if I wouldn’t put an “earring” in his ear, he would do it himself. Fefe found him trying to stick a small screw in his ear. After she foiled his plan, he cried for 10 minutes straight. This was the last straw; the boy was clearly distressed over his lack of ability to imitate his older brother. To put an end to it, we decided to let him get his wish and pierce his ear.

He Loves His Earring

We decided to only pierce one ear, people already think he’s a girl because of the hair, I’d say about 60% of the time. Adding 2 earrings would probably push that percentage up to about 80%. With one earring, by my calculations, we’re looking at a 70% chance, less than 3/4ths I can live with, lol. After it was done, this boy has the audacity to tell me, “Daddy, I have 2 ears, see (points to his ears), so I need another one (earring) on this side”. I swear, just can’t win with this kid.

Here’s the raw footage of Tre’s ear piercing, not even a tear. That’s my boy!

UPDATE:
The stud earring has come out and been replaced by none other than a shiny new Mickey Mouse earring. Tre loves it, and has spent countless hours in the mirror admiring the fact that Mickey is now in his ear. He went to school this week and made a point to have everyone look at his new Mickey Mouse earring, including the teacher. I’m glad his ear has healed; I was worried in the beginning, thinking that he may be too young and would try to take it out, etc. Tre proved me wrong and did a great job of leaving the earring alone during the healing period. I’m looking forward to the many different iterations of earrings that we will go through over the years.

Showing Off The Bling

That Face??? Don't Ask

That finger was glued to that ear for nearly an entire day