M is very pleased with her newly-pierced ears. She chose studs with tiny pink pearls and tolerated the piercing with not even a squeak. I was a bit nervous that she’d get through the first ear and balk at the second, but I needn’t have worried.
It was oddly hard to find a place that was willing to take a child. The reputable and recommended piercing-and-tattoo places I called won’t touch anyone under thirteen, even with a parent present. If you’re an adult they’ll not only pierce pretty much any body part, they’ll brand you with a hot iron if you like. Such, I suppose, are the oddities of our current legal system.