Milo’s had quite the run on teeth this week. In fact, he’s lost 3 molar. And no, his only diet does not consist of toffee, Coke and Count Chocula cereal. It’s just that time in a boy’s life
when your jaw needs to make room for new chompers. There is one teeny, tiny problem. Milo no longer believes in the tooth fairy. He told me quite frankly not long ago he found it quite suspicious that the tooth fairy stored his old teeth in a decorative container a top his bookshelf. He also made it known that he doubted the truthfulness of his mother’s insistence that the tooth fairy gave the teeth back to moms to treasure. Milo has been quite appreciative of the contributions the tooth fairy made to his wallet however and he let it be known that it was fine for that part to continue on.
When the first tooth came out, I was quietly informed that I’d best leave a token beside his bed so his sister didn’t get disillusioned. There went $2 bucks.
When the second tooth came out, I was reminded that his sister was a true believer and I’d best keep it that way.
When the third tooth came out, he went into my wallet and took out $5 bucks and let me know I was getting off easy if I didn’t want him to wreak everything for his sister and now I didn’t need to get up in the night to hide the money. He was helping me really save on sleep. Thanks.
So nice to be blackmailed by the tooth fairy. Keep dreaming those dreams kids!