Tonight, I am a fairy
In the ongoing saga of m-g growing up, it's inevitable that parts will start to fall off.
Well, it's what children do, wander about the place and shed bits. This morning saw much excitement, as the first wobbly tooth became an actual no-longer-in-his-mouth tooth.
Now, I've been pondering on what to do about this for a while. So, when m-g first announced that his tooth was wobbly, I casually asked what he was going to do about it. The considered opinion was that he would take the tooth to school and show his friends (whether they wanted to or not). This was good: no further make-believe characters required. In fact, I even made a side plan that we would tell him that "dentists want to buy your baby teeth" for...er...reasons.
Well, this plan lasted about 12 hours, after all his school friends told him about the tooth fairy leaving him money.
And so, tonight I put on my (metaphorical) wings and slipped into my son's bedroom, hauled out a used tooth from under his pillow, and replaced it with a two pound coin.
It's a full life, getting to be a tooth fairy.