“Tongue piercing? NO way, young lady! For you to even suggest it, well …,” my mother stammered. She looked flustered, as if she wanted 2 say more, but in the end instinct won over and she didnt say anything else. Which was very good, becase otherwise I might have mouthed back at her, gotten grounded, and not ben able to hang w/ my frends. ‘Cause hey, what else is there to do in a 15-year-old’s life? I decided to try 1 more time, noing that I was about 2 enter a very dangerous zone.
“Mom, please. Think of when you were a teenager. Didnt you ever want 2 do something rebellious, something totally diferant?”
At that, she, honest to God, nearly exploded.
You see, as a teen, she herself had been a very “wild child,” from what I’d heard. So I always found it very entertaining 2 bring up her childhood w/ her.
She literally pivoted on the spot and started walking toward the stairs.
“Aww, come on Mom! It was just a joke!”
“NO TONGUE PIERCINGS !”
Alright, then. I guessed I would just get a nose piercing instead.