The other day, Daddy and I found that Mam had stolen Smunch's dollar bill from the Tooth Fairy and hidden it under her own pillow. It brought out a whole conversation about how it's wrong to take things that belong to other people. (This conversation was repeated with more force today when I discovered she'd pilfered six pencils from the Boy Scout store. I made her take them back. The nice, but misguided guy who runs the place gave her one for her "honesty"...she was so embarrassed that she wouldn't even say 'thank you'.)
"I'm never going to get anything from the Tooth Fairy!" Mam complained loudly.
"When you lose your teeth, you will get things from the Tooth Fairy too," we soothed.
And then came the bedtime conversation...
Mam: Mom can I talk to you for a minute about the Tooth Fairy?
Me: Uh, yes, Mam. What's up?
Mam: I need to tell you what I want her to bring. I don't want baseball cards.
Me: Oooh.K.
Mam: I want more ponies.
Me: Uh-huh.
Mam: And I want a Barbie.
Me: (sigh) Alright.
Mam: And I want my own CD player.
Me: You want music at night, like Smunch?
Mam: Yes. And I want a Hannah Montana CD.
Well, her knowledge of technology is a little outdated (Is that what you call an old soul?), but her taste in music is, well, just disturbing, frankly.
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Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Tooth Fairy jurisdiction issues
Before we left for Chicago, just the day before Smunch's last day of school, I noticed that he finally had a loose tooth. It seems like most of his friends have already lost their first tooth and many have lost several, so this was a big deal. Shortly after I noticed his tooth was loose, I noticed that the permanent tooth was already in behind it...leading to a progressively greying tooth in the front of his mouth. It was icky. Seriously. But Smunch was excited. He tried to tell everyone he knew that his tooth was loose. About half those people couldn't understand him, either because he was stuttering or just because his articulation is so poor. Still, it was cute. It's hard to remember being quite that excited about things, so it's fun to witness it.
During our wait at O'Hare, the moment finally came. The icky grey tooth was barely held in there and Daddy reached in and picked it out.
As you can imagine, this creates a little bit of a problem. Smunch lost his tooth in Chicago, but we had to make sure it arrived safely at home to put under his pillow here.
The next morning, he found two notes under his pillow with a White Sox cap (to complement the Cubs shirt we'd bought in Chicago) and a dollar coin.
He was one happy camper...although he didn't recognize the dollar coin. I guess I'd failed to introduce him to one of those since he understood money.
Thank goodness Smunch doesn't have a clue what a White Sox cap goes for at the airport or the Tooth Fairy, Chicago affiliate would be in big, big trouble for setting a very bad precedent!
During our wait at O'Hare, the moment finally came. The icky grey tooth was barely held in there and Daddy reached in and picked it out.
As you can imagine, this creates a little bit of a problem. Smunch lost his tooth in Chicago, but we had to make sure it arrived safely at home to put under his pillow here.The next morning, he found two notes under his pillow with a White Sox cap (to complement the Cubs shirt we'd bought in Chicago) and a dollar coin.
He was one happy camper...although he didn't recognize the dollar coin. I guess I'd failed to introduce him to one of those since he understood money. Thank goodness Smunch doesn't have a clue what a White Sox cap goes for at the airport or the Tooth Fairy, Chicago affiliate would be in big, big trouble for setting a very bad precedent!
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