Sure You Don’t.
There is, right now, a tooth under Number One Son’s pillow. He showed it to me this morning, and explained that he needed to put it under his pillow tonight, “even though there’s no Tooth Fairy.”
“No Tooth Fairy?” I asked, as innocent as a Big Ugly Man Doll can be. Mind you, he’s 10, and there won’t be too many more teeth coming out of his head.
“No, Daddy, there’s no such thing as the Tooth Fairy, just like there’s no such thing as Santa Claus.”
“No Santa Cla – wait a minute, if there’s no Tooth Fairy, then why exactly are you planning to put the tooth under your pillow?”
“So you’ll give me money for it.”
Riiiiiiiiiight. The idea that you could just hand me the tooth and I’d give you a buck *never* crossed your mind, did it? You’re far too old, too analytical, and too wise to believe in anything as silly as the Tooth Fairy. You don’t believe in anything silly like that.
But that molar’s still under your pillow.
And I’m still going to wait until you’re sleeping, my little scientist.
Clearly, you need to leave a $1 Monopoly bill in its place.
my dad always responded with “kids who don’t believe in Santa don’t get presents from Santa”
Now I do it too. It’s a good way to get the older ones to keep their mouths shut when younger ones are around….
Did the same…guess I’m a little scientist too. But actually, it’s the magic living on.