Saturday night, J and I went out to dinner while the kiddos stayed with my mom. At some point in the middle of dinner, Benjamin called us. He was terrifically excited because he had his First Loose Tooth. He had just discovered it while brushing his teeth, and he had to tell J and I about it immediately. Another reminder about how big he is getting.
He showed me the tooth on Sunday when I picked him up, and I had to agree - it was quite loose. How we'd missed it until Saturday is beyond me; that thing wasn't hanging on by much.
Aaaaand sure enough, the first thing he said in the car yesterday was that he'd lost his tooth while he was in Spanish class. And that he had to go to the nurse, and that it had bled a little but hadn't hurt, and here was the tooth, and wasn't he going to get a visit from someone that night? 'Cause you know, he gets money for this tooth!
Sure enough, the tooth fairy came through (not without a little angst between J and I on the subject). B came downstairs this morning and told me that he'd gotten a bonus last night from the tooth fairy. Not only had the she left him a few dollars for his tooth, but she'd left the tooth, too!
The tooth fairy remained conspicuously silent on the issue. Indeed, when the kiddo's head is firmly nestled on the pillow under which said tooth rests, and it is 11:30 at night, and the tooth fairy is dead ass tired, she's not about to risk waking up the kiddo with a few bucks obviously showing in her hand. Instead, she's just going to put the money under the edge of the pillow as gently as she can, make up a story about why the tooth might have stayed behind in the morning, and get the hell to bed.
But let it be known - had J not remembered to call (ahem, wake up) the tooth fairy at 11:30 last night, there would have been a LOT MORE STORIES made up this morning.
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