On Mother's Day (TM), I went to visit my mom in Thomasville. We ate lunch, chatted, and about an hour into the visit, Mom noticed that I had put an earring back in my ear. Now, I'm a pretty clean cut, all American kind of guy, and most people equate that with "conventional" and "boring". Mom likes me that way. So, after noticing, she rolled her eyes and groaned without putting up too much of a fuss.
Later in the day, my 14 year old niece Halley, Mom and I were sitting around when Mom re-noticed the earring (1/2" diameter, 16 gauge captive bead, in case you care).
"I can't believe you put that thing back in your head," she bemoaned.
Halley enjoyed the subject as only a 14 year old could, and chimed in with "Maw", (short for `GrandMa', I think), "What did you think when Uncle Chris got his nipple pierced?"
As my mother choked on her glass of Ernest and Julio Gallo Pinot Noir spiked with two packets of Sweet & Low, it dawned on Halley she had said too much, and blushed a shade not unlike Mom's wine.