Toothfairy, Toothfairy, Wont’cha Come Out Tonight

Did I tell you my son Evan -whose a dashing 5 years old- lost his first tooth?

No, I didn’t. Right, cuz I haven’t been blogging.

Well he did. Like a few weeks back he lost his first tooth. Yeah, and I felt old for the first time in my life Come to think of it, that must be why Darren has 5 grey hairs. Yep, I’ve counted them.

Then, a few days later he lost his second tooth. Tonight he proclaimed to all that a third tooth was loose. Wow! “You’re gonna get rich boy!” I told him. This toothfalling-toothfairing business is lucrative. ahem.

This reminds me that after Evan lost his first tooth, a few nights passed and the Toothfairy, whom Evan was expecting did not visit. Apparently she kept forgetting or getting sleepy or something.

So one early morning Evan enters our bathroom, and while Darren is shaving and I’m brushing my hair, Evan asks; “Daddy, you sleep with the ToothFairy, right?” “uhh… (looking at Claire for approval)… uhhh… yeah, right.” Daddy replies. Evan: “Well, Daddy, do you think when you go to bed tonight you could like remind her to come and stop by my bed and leave a prize for my lost tooth?” Daddy “Uhuh, sure Evan. I’ll be sure to do that.”

Playing “I Don’t Know Who the Toothfairy is” has become Evan and my favorite game lately. He’ll say “Mom, I know who the Toothfairy is.” And I’ll gasp all shocked like and quickly reply “Don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. I like surprises!” And he’ll laugh so hard till his belly hurts. We do this over and again with all variations.

This reminds me of why I love being a mom so much. I feel like I get to grow up all over again. -Only, knowing “then” what I know “now”. And sometimes wishing I really didn’t at all.