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Loosing more teeth…one of B’s top front teeth is missing! I don’t know why I am so excited when this happens. Maybe it’s because it’s sign of him growing up. Maybe it’s because it makes him look silly. Maybe it’s because I get to be the Tooth Fairy. Remember when I posted about this before when he lost his first tooth? Can I just say I told you so! The Tooth Fairy bought the farm. We put his tooth in is little tooth pillow and put that pillow under his pillow. I guess I wasn’t cut out to be the Tooth Fairy anyway…anyone who knows me knows I never have cash!! I scraped together two dollars in quarters though. I know. I know…two dollars is a lot for a tooth, but I was feeling guilty about not having any dollar bills! Anyway, I waited 45 minutes before tip-toeing into his room with the noisy quarters. B has a loft bed so it’s difficult for me to tell if he’s really asleep. He wasn’t. I got within two feet of his bed and he sat right up and said, “Whatcha doin’?” I’m not very quick-witted (I make up my own words) under pressure, so all I could come up with was, “I came to see if the Tooth Fairy has visited you yet!” Guess what? A seven-year-old can tell when you’re fibbing. He gave me a very long look and told me she hadn’t shown up yet. I told him he better get to sleep or she wouldn’t show up at all! I stayed up until midnight to put those stupid quarters in his pillow and remove his tooth. He found the quarters the next morning and thought it was very strange that the Tooth Fairy would leave him coins. I felt compelled to stick up for the Tooth Fairy and suggested that so many kids lost teeth last night that she ran out of dollars. Fib number two. I will never know if he spent the entire day at school contemplating all that happened (too many coincidences – he also knows I never have cash!) or if he asked some of the kids at school about the reality of the Tooth Fairy. But as we were walking together after school, he asked me point blank, “Mom, are you the Tooth Fairy?” My heart sank. I didn’t want to be the one to tell him! Moms don’t spoil the fun! Other kids do. I knew what I had to do. If he was mature enough to ask, I was going to tell him the truth. So I stood on my knees to look him in the eye and said, “Yes, I am the Tooth Fairy.” I think I said something about being sorry he found out the way he did. He said it was ok and assured me he wasn’t upset. It was pretty quiet in the car on the way to Tae Kwon Do class that evening. After class and when we got back in the car, he said, “Thanks for telling me the truth about the Tooth Fairy.” I told him I would always tell him the truth. Fib number 3. The last thing he said was, “So…where’s all my teeth?” I laughed and told him they were stashed away in my jewelry box. He was very happy to be reunited with his teeth that evening. Not sure why I kept them to begin with. More guilt maybe? Subconsciously I knew I was going to have to prove this one day? Now it just seems creepy. However, I do still have a lock of his hair from his first hair cut. Surely I can’t be the only one with their kid’s random DNA lying around the house. I draw the line at fingernail clippings though!! ;-)