So D-Day dawned today and I was trapped. She’s done all her homework, researched it, found a slash-for-cash artist, priced it, drawn her money and extracted a promise from me that I’d take her TODAY. How to get out of this? Jess, does your school even allow piercing? I ask.
Of course yes, Dad. Well, clever question that was.
Sudden inspiration! BRIBERY!
Jess, which would you rather have: A pierced tongue, or a notebook computer?
Ooh, that got her thinking.
A proper tablet, not a cheapie? Well, . . yes.
Hm. She lets me sweat. And can I still have my tongue pierced later? Well, yes, after school you’re on your own, kid.
A real tablet computer TODAY? Sure.
OK Dad, I’ll take the tablet, I won’t have my tongue pierced. I’ve decided and I’m sure about it.
Phew! I’m very relieved my girl, I really was worried and unhappy.
Then she drops her bombshell: I was having second thoughts myself, Dad!