The Tooth Fairy Got Cold Busted!
The Tooterman lost his first tooth yesterday. It was awesome. He yanked it out himself with no hesitation; we didn't lose it; and we didn't get any blood on Mommy's blanket. That's a successful tooth extraction in my book.
We scooped up the little gem and secured it in a zip-lock bag so we could put that bad boy under his pillow and see how generous the Tooth Fairy was feeling. Cause let me tell you, when I was a kid she was a tight ass!
Later, at about 1 a.m. when I got up to pee for about the 7th time, I quietly made my way into his room. He was sound asleep, so I eased my hand under his pillow and just as I started to pull the baggie out he turns over and looks me square in the face! C. R. A. P. !
The conversation went like this...
Tooth Fairy: Hey buddy, Daddy heard a noise. Did you get up?
Tooter: Uh-huh, I went to the bafroom.
Tooth Fairy: Oh okay. Well go back to sleep then. Daddy just wanted to make sure you were alright.
And with that I scooped that baggie out and dropped that $5 bill as smooth as Skippy!
So this morning, he comes running in the bedroom waving that $5 bill around with a big snaggle-tooth grin on his face. I asked him if he remembered me waking him up last night and he looked at me real funny and said no.
I said "what are we gonna do with that $5 buddy?" to which he replied "WE ain't gonna do nothin with it. I'M gonna buy some candy with it!" and with that same snaggle-toothed grin, he hops off the bed and takes off.
Damn....His sisters got to him before I could!