Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tooth Fairy Stomping
The Tooth Fairy crept into Nick's room last night, slipped her hand under his pillow...and he sat up. So, she quickly fixed his blankets and pretended like she was just checking on him. About 20 minutes later, my husband (wearing his wings and throwing glitter)crept into Nick's room and...he woke up. So, again with the bed adjusting and good nights. About 30 minutes later, Mr. Tooth Fairy snuck in again and SUCCESS! Mission accomplished. Four shiny quarters for a teeny-tiny tooth. I took it and hid it so well that I will have no doubt forgotten where I put it next time the TF visits. Just like I did with the last one. It's around here somewhere.
Anyway... early this morning, our toothless son comes into our bedroom carrying his flashlight. My husband is getting dressed and Nick asks him to empty the pockets of his jeans.
"Why?" my husband asks. A reasonable question, I thought.
"I want to see if you have my tooth," came the reply.
"Why would I have your tooth? The Tooth Fairy took it."
"No, I think you have it," he says, rooting through my husband's jean pockets, examining everything with his flashlight.
"Why would you think daddy has it?" I ask.
"Because I heard a lot of stomping around."
I have no idea what he's talking about, but I have a feeling the magic is gone. My husband was definitely not stomping and Nick was definitely asleep when the switch was made...
It makes me a little sad. :(