Soo I was talking to my mom and the topic of earrings came up, and I was gonna mention how we’d put it in peroxide after taking them out and watch them fizz and before I could my mom shared a nice lil story lol.
She said I was a “violent little child” and threw a fit every time I had to take them out and that I screamed at the top of my lungs and I was like “well at dads I remember thinking the words ‘unicorns and rainbows’ over in my head”
And she said “yeah well I was thinking satan and horns, and your face was as red as satan and I thought the unicorns were gonna snap and come out with pitchforks and try to kill me”
There’s more but I don’t wanna type rn lol, but apparently I was not as nice as a kid as I thought I was :’)