Thanksgiving day my 6-year-old lost one of his front teeth. Whoo Hoo! As we were traveling (Chicago/Indiana), we put it in a zip-loc and decided to bring it home with us for placement under the pillow. After all, we didn't want the tooth fairy to get confused.
After getting home Friday and unpacking, we placed the tooth in our tooth box and carefully placed it under his pillow. Then we relaxed for the evening.
Dinner come. My son asks a few questions about the tooth fairy. How does she decide how much to give? Where does she put the teeth?
Then he says, "Who is the Tooth Fairy?"
We ask, "Who do you think?"
He looks right at me. "I think Mom is the Tooth Fairy."
"Did someone tell you that?" we ask.
"No," he says. "I thought of it on my own."
So I 'fessed up. After all, the idea of a strange old woman sneaking into his bedroom at night can't be a comforting one anyway. But I swore to him he can't tell all the kids at school, and he can't tell his little sister when she starts to lose teeth.
Then he disappeared upstairs for a couple minutes and came back down.
"Mom, I think the tooth fairy visited you," he said.
I followed him back upstairs and he had me look under my pillow. He'd taken some treasured coins from his coin collection and put them under my pillow. He wanted to do something nice for me. I insisted I couldn't take the coins, so he gave me some of the jewelry his grandma gave him as pirate booty. I wore the earrings today!
Will Santa be next?