November 16, 2009

Tonight after Bill picked up Ben from school he called me...the phone call went something like this...

B: Ben lost his tooth
L: Really, that's great
B: No, he really lost it
L: What do you mean
B: It fell out at school, he had it when he went to the office to pick up a 'tooth box', but by the time he got to the lunch room he'd lost it.

Hmmmm, does that mean the tooth fairy won't come. Ben thought if I took a photo of him and e-mailed it to the tooth fairy she would still leave him some money.

Shower time arrived, while Ben was in the shower I unpacked his backpack, there, at the bottom I found a crumpled box, inside was the tooth.

At bedtime Bill told Ben to not make a sound if he saw the tooth fairy - if he frightened her she may fly away and forget to leave him anything.

Ben put the tooth in a ziploc bag and put it under his pillow....then Bill-who-thinks-tape-fixes-everything had the bright idea to tape the bag to Ben's sheet. Before I went to bed I had the job to play tooth-fairy, you try peeling the tape off a flannel sheet without waking a child who's head is about 3 inches away (let's just say, Bill heard loud and clear that there will be no more taping when the next tooth falls out).

Very early the next morning Ben was wide awake, I went into his bedroom to find him clutching the note from the tooth fairy along with 5 crisp $1 bills - the first thing out of Ben's mouth "hey Mom, she left me a letter and $5, I thought she'd have left me $6 though because I'm 6"

Oh, and Bill said he saw the fairy, well, he saw her wings. At school Ben told his class the tooth fairy came to his house - and, his Dad had seen her.