This post was rescued from my other blog, dated June 7, 2008. Since then, N has lost exactly one additional tooth. He’s almost 8 and has only lost two baby teeth. Frankly, I think it’s a little odd. But, with all of his dental issues, I should probably just be really grateful.
N: Mom! Mom! I lost my very first tooth! But not if you count the one the dentist took out. . .
Mom: Right. You lost the loose one that didn’t rot and have to be pulled because you refused to brush it. Awesome! Go put it under your pillow.
N: Well. . . I already did put it under your pillow.
Mom: Really? Because the tooth fairy will never find it there. She’s going to look under your pillow and see nothing and not leave any money. (might I possibly just maybe get a night without his feet in my back?)
N: Well. . . I can put my pillow in your bed and then she can find me there.
Mom: Nope, no go dude. She’s headed for your bed, so if you want the cash, you’d better be in your bed with the tooth.
7 hours later, still lobbying to sleep in my bed:
N: Mom, why do you think I believe the tooth fairy is real? I think she is a myth. Because fairies aren’t real. So I guess she is a fairy tale.
N: Yes, I think it is just a parent that lives in the house with the kids and takes the tooth and sneaks it to the garbage and doesn’t let any of the kids see them and then takes some money from their pocket and leaves it under a pillow. So they don’t have to sleep in their bed. Because your bed is softer and they could sleep better there. And besides, do you remember that fairies don’t exist? So could you just let me put it under your pillow and I can go to sleep?
Mom: Nope. Go to your bed.
N: But why not? Then you don’t even have to get out of bed to be the tooth fairy. You can just wait until I fall asleep and put the tooth in the garbage and give me money. How much money do you think you will give me?
Mom: Hey N. Do I look like the tooth fairy? I don’t know what the going rate is for overused baby teeth and I can’t tell you the tooth fairy can find you in my bed. Go to your bed, pull the covers up and go to sleep, or the tooth fairy ain’t coming and there’s no money for you. Whatever you choose is fine. Except you must be in your room.
N: OHHH KAAAAY. But I bet Dad’s the tooth fairy then.
I can’t wait to tell Dave that N called him a fairy. . .