Thursday, August 19, 2010
Last Tuesday evening Riley lost another tooth. Wednesday morning he says, "The tooth fairy didn't come!"
"She didn't come? Did you put your tooth under your pillow?"
"No. I forgot. I left it on the kitchen counter."
Sigh of relief. "Well that's why silly! Put it under your pillow tonight and she'll come. I promise."
This morning I get up, take my shower, and go to wake up Riley. I nudge him awake and walk downstairs to turn on the coffee pot. (Coffee is VERY important in my house!) When I get back upstairs he is sitting on the bed crying.
"What's wrong honey?!" I ask.
"The Tooth Fairy HATES me!!!!!"
Shit. Shit. SHIT!
"She took my tooth, and didn't leave me any money! She hates my teeth!"
I took a deep breath and sat down next to him on the bed. Do I tell him? Or, do I not? As I looked at my crying child I knew I had no choice. Better he hate me than think some imaginary fairy hates him.
"Riley, honey, it was mommy who forgot to leave you money."
He sniffles and stares up at me. And grunts.
"Mommies and daddies leave tooth fairy money to help little kids have courage when they lose their teeth."
"Yes. Mommy is sorry."
"Khegan was.... was... right! You LIED!"
Yes, my stepson Khegan (who's 5 weeks younger than Riley) has been saying for weeks that his mommy was the Tooth Fairy. He saw her sneak into his room and get out her wallet.
At our house we denied this rumor and cursed his mother for being such an idiot. And Riley believed us. Khegan we almost had convinced. I can only imagine the secretive talks those two boys are having right now about how I lied.
No tooth fairy.
"Riley, it's not really a lie. It's an... incentive. An incentive to help you be brave enough to pull out your teeth."
He grunts and sniffles and starts to get dressed.
I thought it was over. I had succeeded. That wasn't too bad...
A few minutes later, down in the kitchen he is still grunting. No words.
"Riley, what's wrong? Are you mad at mom?"
He bursts into tears.
"Riley, it's ok. It is really ok. Now, don't you smile at mommy. Don't you laugh...."
He stifles a grin before he starts grunting and sniffling and crying again.
"Riley, don't laugh! Don't even think about laughing at mommy! And whatever you do, don't kiss me..."
"Don't laugh because... because... Because if you do I'll have to give you $10!"
And kissed me.
And it only cost $10.