My eldest son recently lost his third tooth.
He's seems like he's a little behind the curve as far a loosing teeth goes as far as compared to most of his classmates.
His first tooth he inadvertently swallowed (and no I didn't sift through his shit to find it).
I remember the tooth fairy giving him five dollars since it was his first tooth (and since it met such an unsavory demise).
My wife and I couldn't remember how much money the tooth fairy gave him for No. 2 so we asked him and he had this elaborate story about how the tooth fairy left him three dollars in a tiny box under his pillow.
Not knowing what the fuck he was talking about with the whole box thing my wife interjected saying that the fairy doesn't always leave money in a box thus covering our asses.
Or so she thought.
That night the kid was all high anxiety, much the same way he's been in recent years with Santa - about the prospect of some stranger entering our house and coming into his room. To him it's straight up home invasion of the sort you'd see on reality television like COPS. To relieve him of this stress, we suggested he put the tooth in a zip loc bag and leave it outside his door (which would also help us from a.) forgetting and b.) not having to possibly wake him while digging around under his pillow for a tooth).
At the eleventh hour he decided he wanted to indeed have the tooth under his pillow and not outside his door.
The next morning he awoke with a clatter and came barging into our room...
"You lied, mom!" he said.
"You lied. You are the tooth fairy!"
We both looked at each other quizzically and then he explained that he had told us three dollars as a test and that he had told us three dollars when in reality he had only gotten one dollar for the previous tooth.
Since he told my wife three dollars, deductive reasoning led him to conclude that my wife was the tooth fairy.
"My mom is the tooth fairy!" he said with a wry smile.
"I can't wait to get to school and tell my friends my mom is the tooth fairy."
"That might not be a wise idea," I said.
"Why don't you just keep that to yourself for the mean time."
Sheesh.
Man, kids are just too smart these days.
It makes keeping those parenting secrets alive harder and harder...
