The other day, my baby lost his last front tooth. Life is officially over. I can't imagine how I'll feel when he graduates or worse yet (gasp) gets married. One of my favorite TV lines comes from Monica on "Friends" when she says to her new baby: "I'm gonna love you so much no woman will ever be good enough for you!" I hope I'm not quite that psychotic, but I do love him an aweful lot. Anyway, I digress.
So I was putting him to bed with his tooth in its box under his head, and my six year old said, "Mom, what if YOU were the tooth fairy?" My heart dropped. How could my six-year-old be so grown up? How could he know about the tooth fairy? My eight year old daughter still believes, for goodness sake. I said, "What if I were?" (Being an English teacher, I see it as my civic and parenting duty to use correct grammar at all times, so yes, I really did say "were"). And he said...wait for it...
"You would get so TIRED flying all over the world picking up teeth and giving kids money every single night!" God, I love that kid.
So I was putting him to bed with his tooth in its box under his head, and my six year old said, "Mom, what if YOU were the tooth fairy?" My heart dropped. How could my six-year-old be so grown up? How could he know about the tooth fairy? My eight year old daughter still believes, for goodness sake. I said, "What if I were?" (Being an English teacher, I see it as my civic and parenting duty to use correct grammar at all times, so yes, I really did say "were"). And he said...wait for it...
"You would get so TIRED flying all over the world picking up teeth and giving kids money every single night!" God, I love that kid.
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