Body art?

So. This morning, 6.30am. I'm running down the stairs at speed because I have decided to bake muffins for breakfast. As I step onto the last step before the landing on the kids' floor, I feel a horrible sharp stab in my heel. Like a drawing pin. I look at my heel - and there's one of Emily's earrings. The whole post is in my heel; all that can be seen is the stud (a rather pretty silver heart, if you want to picture this properly), flush with my heel. I screech in horror, blood drips as I remove the earring from my heel, and Bobby says... "Don't take it out, the hole will close up."