Since I want to keep my worst mother ever award, I’ve agreed to let Sarah go with all of her friends to get their ear cartilage pierced. It’s not the extra ear piercings that bother me. It’s the addictive nature of piercings. It’s her ears though, so my only dog in this fight is hygiene. I want her to go to a tattoo and body art studio. They have strict rules about keeping their equipment clean. She thinks that’s overkill. “People get ears pierced at the mall.” One of my many summer jobs as a teenager was at Spencer’s gifts. Their idea of clean was a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol. Until we reach a compromise, no piercing.