Conversation overheard On The Ponderosa this weekend:
The Princess expressed for the twenty hundredth time her heart felt desire to bore a hole in her abdomen (okay, so she called it a belly button ring). Semantics! To support her plea she informed The Royal parents that she has done a wealth of research and found the best place in town. The fine establishment is purportedly inspected by the Health Department on a regular basis, has a small fee, has performed said procedure a zillion times and really, all her friends go there.
Finally, her last supporting evidence or lack there of: Not once, prepare yourselves…have they ever performed a hysterectomy on a girl. After nearly wetting myself with laughter, I picked myself up off the floor and asked The Princess was she having the procedure done by a local OB/GYN?
In a very serious tone, The Princess explained to me, “Mom, don’t you know if they make a mistake while piercing your belly button you will not be able to have children”. Let me introduce myself, I am The Queen and my IQ dropped about 50 points two years before The Princess turned 16.
Obviously, I explained to The Princess the small flaw in her understanding of the belly button piercing procedure. No, dear one, it will not interfere with you ability to reproduce. However, to be on the safe side and protect my future grandchildren, you will not be partaking in this piercing.
Because The Princess is an eternal optimist she said, “well they also have the best tattoo artist in a 200 mile radius”. Be afraid, be very afraid.