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Tongue Piercing Avoided . . Wallet Pierced Instead.

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!

Jess Tongue Tongue safe – for now

Aargh! Tongue Piercing!

Dad, I NEED to have my tongue pierced.

WHUT? Sure. After you’ve left home and with your own money.

I have my own money, Dad I saved up for it.

WHUT? Then after you’ve left home.

No Dad, MOM SAID . . .

Thin ice here. Gotta think fast! Um, find out all about it. Tell me more. Then find out who does it in Durban and who has had it done and how good they are and how do we know they’re good and are they safe do they sterilise when can you eat afterwards . . . and what if the hole in your tongue makes a whistling noise when you talk . .

Dad! Relax! I’ll find out.

OK

I don’t mean “OK” – I mean find out.

I get it Dad!